Alas poor Rome!
Your time has come!
No longer will your glory be enjoyed.
The eastern empire lived on in your son Byzantium.
In their time they split from the old Roman church.
They kept the literature
That used to lull old Rome to gentle sleep.
He combined religion and government.
A monarchy was created to rule the new Rome.
Mosaics ornately clothed his young body
As it glowed with religious fortitude.
Soon threats to Rome’s son came as well.
He became sick with civil war.
Changing his body structure forever.
The weakened boy found himself surrounded.
As he groped in internal pain
Sassanids, Slavs and Lombards all came
Taking little pieces of him
Utill he was no more.