Baronhawk's Nest

We are sons of Rome
whose veins runs thick
with Roman soil

standing stoic to serve
Rome's trumpets
beckons and calls

struggling to preserve
what Rome is
to be and was foretold

shedding bloody rivers
ironed red that seeps
to mingle with the brown

We pay our dues with sweat
the building blocks
of Roman might and strength

the wax that binds and seals
this contract twixt who leads
and ones who follow

but loyalty is not a given
its oath is duly earned
by duty bound returned

when those who lead forget
we who follow shall shed
this yoke freely shouldered

and remember the words of Brutus
who bled his Caesar for Rome
the whole is greater than the one.

Abjuro Ligentia!