Ode To Julian (The Apostate)

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It's now twilight in the empire.
Discontents wash every shore.
The mighty deeds of Ceasars,
grace the peoples lips no more.

No heros march,in grand parades
Like heros from the past.
No cheering crowds shout praises
with the trumpets welcome blast.

Our weary legions choke on blood,
from desparate civil wars.
Ruthless generals use their armies,
like they use convenient whores.

The Gods seem disconnected
from the pain and suffering here.
Perhaps, it's just contempt they feel
when courage turns to fear.

I've seen our mother "Victory"
fold her wings and softly cry.
She knows Rome's golden glory
has grown old and soon must die.

But I remember one last struggle
with the nights encrouching hand.
when Julian assumed the throne
to take a final stand.

Educated in the virtues
of what freedom ought to be
He swore to champion justice,
and respect our dignity.

Our banners which had gathered dust
discarded on the floor.
Flew once again in triumph
on the wind that made them soar.

He battled to his credit
in the field and council chair
demanded free expression
to the bishops great despair.

For one truly pristine moment
it seemed honor was restored
Meanwhile...priests hatched evil schemes
behind the church's door.

No one can ever ascertain
the truth which history hides.
But, in conquest of the Persians,
a spear pierced Julian's side.

Some say the blade was Roman
thrust in by assassins hands
Some say that Christ himself had smote him
in that foriegn land.

What I believe is no concern,
all legends fade and change
When new power tells the story
its always rearranged.

I know the sun has set with Julian.
I see the road to darkness paved.
Apollo sits beside him
in his lonely, unmarked grave.

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