Rome rose
among seven hills,
shone like pearls,
and burned,
like a witch.
The known world
fell dark for ages.
Priests and rats-
one in the same.
Art brought light,
minds brought invention,
rejuvenation!
the world taken across the sea.
Crow's eyes spot land,
natives felt steel,
trailed tears,
a new world.
But, what if Rome
never ceased rising?
Jan 14, 2015
Jan 14, 2015 at 7:38 PM UTC
Rome rose
among seven hills,
shone like pearls,
and burned,
like a witch.
The known world
fell dark for ages.
Priests and rats-
one in the same.
Art brought light,
minds brought invention,
rejuvenation!
the world taken across the sea.
Crow's eyes spot land,
natives felt steel,
trailed tears,
a new world.
But, what if Rome
never ceased rising?
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