Sprinkled by the trappings
Of words that make the outlines
Blur on the showplace that made history

The folk is willed
To parrot the dished up tale
The lure of a higher meaning


Cheat, you had to create
An enemy stereotype

To retrieve your absolution
A forthy poor excuse for your foray
To disengage from the deeps

Of your encumbrance

Behold

All our gold
Thousandfold
Bereave me!

Declined
Truths ensign
Forever mine!

Bereave me!

March in with ten legions

Whilst the crucial weapon's not he pillum
But the feather held in your hand
Penned in blood

Your tall tales rule the forum
Altering it into the battlefield


I, the spectral guise
Evoking these baring fears
Pestering your conscript fathers

I smile at my demise and while I die
I cherish the roots of my perseverance