Lost Lichen Poem: Roman March

Roman March by Caden738

Our legion at your doorstep

Your women at our feet

Destroying you while building our rep

From britian and past Crete


Death will not be swift

We take our victorious time

Now till morrows suns great lift

We never pass our prime


Cicero! Cicero! Cicero!

Our leader, Rome’s own best

Making the empire Grow

He never takes a rest


5000 Warriors Strong

5000 wives back home

All singing this song

For our glorious Rome


This is a lost Lichen Poem

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