Cold eastern winds shake western castles walls,
The lambs are silent as the mercenaries fill the halls.
While the confused orators call for war and peace,
Relentless, bend from space and time
And wrapped in golden fleece
In one hand brings love in other hate
A shadow of Hannibal appears at the gate.
In vain the scattered loyal legions wait,
The emperor is obsessed with immortality and fate.
God's fools betraying friends for faceless crowd kiss,
Populist stage actors with idea fix,
The year is again one thousand ninety thirty six.
Cold winds
© Copyright: Мень Илья, 2014
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