The Last Byzantine
Barbarian hordes clamor at the gate.
Their cannons have been pounding
Day and night to turn our walls into dust.
The last emperor of our mighty civilization
Is putting on his armor, putting on his crown, one more time.
The reckless sins of our forefathers
Will be paid for this morning with our own blood.
The laughter of our children,
Which has been at home in this city for a thousand years,
Will no longer echo through its ancient streets,
And our once great people will forever be
Retired to the texts of history.