Pax Romana
Weary Caesar fumbles with the lock
Praising a merciful father for the storms.
The summer had been so hard.
Berber had struck across Africa.
Would there be another cruel Hannibal. Would the legions be lost again?
The cold memory of Cannae. Varus, and Crassus made Rome flinch
The loneliness of sleepless nights, is kin to the grave
The Suevti broke their word. There had been treachery
The farms were idle the ploughmen scattered. The frontier alight
Confusion and panic were the only offerings to
The laughter of strangers echoed in the Forum.
The summer had been so hard.
The storms of winter come. Our ships no longer becalmed
The vestal, to her hearth returned.
In far Gallia or misty Britannia. The matron, listens to her sons Lyre.
Valens has gathered the host. The roads are quiet now
The Caledonian Numeri waves to his woman.
The summer had been so hard
The mother goddess in the north. White skinned and fair
Her strong songs sleeping under the great bear. Tend her flock.
no contention from Ultima thule.
The summer had been so hard.
In far Sheba. Under strange Gods and sunny skies.
Reclining on silk. The Pretty queen Nods at the Ambassador.
Her Handmaid reads the law.
The fine hounds feast. Their Mistresses rage sated.
The summer had been so hard.
The spring snaps shut. The bolt slides across the door
Caesar draws his robe upon his head. The summer had been so hard
Yet Saturnalia. Merry Saturnaila would come.
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