Age after age entirely dark hath run
When not one dawn revealed a rising sun.
Things change and pass, the world unshaken stands
With all its western, all its eastern lands.
The pen flowed and the fiat was fulfilled,
The ink dried on the parchment as fate willed.
Could the king his governors around him save—
Or Caesar his patricians—from the grave?
Who is Saved from the Grave?
Age after age entirely dark hath run When not one dawn revealed a rising sun. Things change and pass, the world unshaken stands With all its western, all its eastern lands.
The pen flowed and the fiat was fulfilled, The ink dried on the parchment as fate willed. Could the king his governors around him save— Or Caesar his patricians—from the grave?