Sprinkled by the trappings
of words that make
the outlines
blur on the showplace
of made history
The folk is willed
to parrot
the dishes 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 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 weapons
not the pilum
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
barring fears
pestering your
conscript fathers
I smile at my demise
and while I die
I cherish the roots
of my perseverance
Behold
all our gold
thousandfold
bereave me
Declined
truths ensign
forever mine
bereave me
Behold
all our gold
thousandfold
bereave me
Declined
truths ensign
forever mine
bereave me