The Fall of Rome

In the closing days of Rome when the end was drawing near, There appeared at the cities edge a noble charioteer. He gazed down from atop the seven hills at the city’s crumbling glory, And let his thoughts drift back in time to the once magnificent story. How from this city of power a mighty army would assemble, To dispense the Roman way of life and make the whole world tremble. But now it seems the world has changed the name of Rome has jaded, The power that once belonged to her has all but completely faded. And the charioteer holds tight to the reins to steady up the wheels, And sits and waits there patiently For fate to catch him by the heels.