Then it was back to the fall.
Constantine’s sacred stitches
Civil Wars came back
Emperors throw away Constantine’s work.
Rome once again fell ill
Her dress split at the seams.
The moths came back
To feast on her material.
Barbarians sacked the city.
All wanting a little piece of the once proud lady named Rome.
No one could do anything to save her.
The great empire shattered.
Rome collapsed on her hilly throne
Her blood spilled in the streets
As the Ostrogoth king took her crown
Claiming it as his own.