a screeching turn around
horses neighing
halt, a cycling turn
the Syrian sword is metabolism
Greek and Roman myths
a stop over in war.
Hellenic wars
my take with myths are ancient
in lands where people paused for miracles
and oracles, smitten to dust
where people went nether, clashed, fought
willy nilly
Gods and Goddesses regally drew chariot horses
where Charlemagne was my hero
palaces crumbled into ruins of gold.
All a blurred vision.
I stood there, in ancient tapestry
and exotically wove dreams
around which stood Rome, Babylon, Troy
proving all Cartesian theories woefully wrong.
Paris is, ( was) burning.
Did Nero really play the fiddle?
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