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.
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