The Last Druid
I learnt some Latin words today,
Read the words carved on the stone.
This required now in "Gallia,"
As I walk this land alone.
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The last holdout long since burnt,
Friends of old are now long dead.
Carry memories and formulas,
As o'er this land I tread.
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Some Gauls still dream of better days,
Say time's come to reclaim land.
Find a place, bring axe and mace,
"Sons of Toutatis we stand!"
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I still remain in silence.
Tread on with weary feet.
I've seen too many battles lost,
And on tongue still taste defeat.
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Man brings misery to Man,
Learnt this is the way of world.
Upon the roads march legionnaires,
Under aquila unfurled.
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None recognize their foes' apprentice,
A druid, and Gaul's last.
The Romans lord over the world,
And forever gone's the past.
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There's whispers of a civil war,
Names "Brutus," "Mark Antony."
I'd wish they slaughter one another,
But I know war's tragedy.
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And what of magic potion?
Secret worth more than gold.
That too I leave in the past,
In story long since told.
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Its risks to world are far too great,
If it should fall into wrong hands,
My dreams depict a scouring,
Of all the known world's lands.
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Thus I head west to Albion,
To lands beyond Roman walls.
In time Rome shall meet its end,
For in time, empires fall.