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A tyrant                king, a Vandal’s               scream         Of moor               & rock         And fair                 I sing;                     Life’s                    to its                                  Test,                  guer-                  don of        unrest,                   &strife; believed!              Milked out                   like utter red; lipids            ****** hard                              at birth: semi-                                born: made three         legion’s ****     careful;       cuz fate’s,         Allectus, mean.             Made in            sheaths              An aural           memor-            y lock, a-          nswer ur     calling;              tricky to         be bad             &get; a-            way w/it!     Caraus-                  ius’s on     guard                        duty; he’s in.                             Fog in chan-                   nel; no               lights:             Bware!            Usurp-            ing cou-             ntry,            mauling& killing men          To ob-        tain                    Power;            @any            risk in                   Britain. gold insignias! shine ur lite! greed can’t pay—poenas dat! Ascle- piod- otus hears: He, Allectus does a- way w/. Besei- ge in London—rime the trea- sure al- located; Vain he found, good. Crack souls’ ice; To ruin comes conceit, comes that rip- ped part. Ah, to p’wer& knifes Like wo- rds... P’wer slashes Carves, &impales;.
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Feb 6, 2014
Feb 6, 2014 at 11:53 PM UTC
usurper
A tyrant                king, a Vandal’s               scream         Of moor               & rock         And fair                 I sing;                     Life’s                    to its                                  Test,                  guer-                  don of        unrest,                   &strife; believed!              Milked out                   like utter red; lipids            ****** hard                              at birth: semi-                                born: made three         legion’s ****     careful;       cuz fate’s,         Allectus, mean.             Made in            sheaths              An aural           memor-            y lock, a-          nswer ur     calling;              tricky to         be bad             &get; a-            way w/it!     Caraus-                  ius’s on     guard                        duty; he’s in.                             Fog in chan-                   nel; no               lights:             Bware!            Usurp-            ing cou-             ntry,            mauling& killing men          To ob-        tain                    Power;            @any            risk in                   Britain. gold insignias! shine ur lite! greed can’t pay—poenas dat! Ascle- piod- otus hears: He, Allectus does a- way w/. Besei- ge in London—rime the trea- sure al- located; Vain he found, good. Crack souls’ ice; To ruin comes conceit, comes that rip- ped part. Ah, to p’wer& knifes Like wo- rds... P’wer slashes Carves, &impales;.
usurper: a visual poem (the poem spells the word "usurper") i often like bragging about the fact that i've taken six years of Latin, so i have Roman History pretty much under my belt. this was written about last year when i was translating/learning Caesar for the AP Latin exam i took that spring. alongside the AP requisites, our class took a historical journey into the various parts of Roman life and warfare. because Caesar was our focus, places where he'd been were golden. the Roman occupation of Britain always fascinated me; i did some extra research and came across the story of Allectus, Carausius, and Asclepiodotus. Allectus was an usurping emperor of Roman Britain in the mid 290s AD. Allectus first was the treasurer to Carausius, an officer in the navy who took control of Britain and northern Gaul, modern-day France. Allectus was power-hungry assassinated Carausius, but his schemes did not go unnoticed for too long. Constantinus I, emperor of Rome, endeavored relentlessly to seize him but to no avail, however praetorian prefect Asclepiodotus entered into the fight and one night, when it was foggy in the English Channel, Asclepiodotus managed to burn Allectus' fleet on Vectis (modern-day Isle of Wight). He was killed in the battle and Asclepiodotus became the next king of Britain. Carausius was greedy for power and established himself as Britain's king, but Allectus overthrew him, additionally greedy for power. Asclepiodotus steps in and disposes of Allectus, becoming king for 10 years until he too is overthrown. so it's all very ironic and one of my favourite stories of Roman history, and i turned it into a poem...a visual one, mind you!
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Feb 6, 2014
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