In the year Rome fell the masses cheered

From a lonely place I watched her burn
In my prison cell the worst was feared
As they swept her ash into history's urn

Her golden age had long since passed
Her fleet of proud ships dashed & shattered
Taunt lines that held them strong and fast
Were blurred and frayed, the sails tattered

With moral sextants misaligned
They sailed to rock and petty sea
Truth's hull integrity declined
Rushed in filth and debauchery

As Senator's of place and station
With pockets lined and glad hand grin
Watched Empire walls with strong foundation
Now crumbled, cracked, fall from within

In the year Rome fell, no lessons learned
No voice to warn from dungeon floor
With history changed, and pages turned
As the fall of Rome begins once more