Avenge

Avenge

A wind blew across the forests, plains and mountains
Nothing hindered it, it was free as a flowing fountain
It blew not swift, yet with steely determination
For it was carrying the death of a whole nation

A black seed within its ghostly wings does lie
Wherever this black wind passes, everything must die
Trees turned to char, grasses gray and withered
And yet nothing can be done – this gust cannot be tethered

A plague! The blackest, cruelest and most painful death
Approaches it the city fast, like a singer’s dying breath
The sages within know of this peril, but they choose silence
For none can be saved, best to die without needless violence

On the sixth day of the insidious infection
All hope was lost, mothers killing children with cold affection
“Best to quick and painless fall than suffer hard and long
Die, my children, die, but before that, sing one final song…”

The thin and frightened voices echoed in the streets
And yet the plague has got no feelings and knows no defeats
The souls of children cry, dead by their mothers’ hands
The mothers too now dead, ran out their life’s time sands

An empty city – not even ravens here remain
Corpses lie in the streets, awash with putrid rain
No longer do the voices clatter in the forum
No longer do the people awe at the castle’s beautiful decorum

The winds of plague have fulfilled their final purpose
Humanity can’t hide inside a shell like some unlikely tortoise
Priest do preach that ‘tis the work of some mad, idiotic god
And right they are, Sodoma’s doom shall not be soon forgot

Has this god gone insane, him and his precious son?
Has he lost his mind, does he think nothing to him can be done?
Oh, ye foolish being, thinking you safe from our revenge
We are Romans! And our comrades always we avenge…

Your son shall die, his body hurt and tortured
Let’s see how you like that, watching from your holy orchard
Nail him down, and watch him bleed!
We are Roman men and only Roman gods we heed!