lauantai 27. tammikuuta 2018

ALAS, ILION

Troy has fallen, and in its flames
unborn Carthage burns;
on his back Aeneas carries
an empire of blood and slavery,
the fate of nations,
praetorians selling a throne
to the highest bidder. Troy
has fallen, and the clouds of
smoke darken
the coming millennia, put
Remus to his brother's sword.
Spilled blood flows
from future's guts.

27.01.2018

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