More Than a Slave

The barbarian had you in chains
But it was nothing to you
For they caused you no pain
And taking his life would be beneathe you
Then I with my legion came
We approached at dawn, and broadswords drew
As we crossed the border to Spain

And war we waged!
From morning sun
To hot midday
When we had won
I crushed the charred ruins which had stood no chance
Like the accompanying hordes ov dead,
I raised my sword without second glance
And took the Visigoth's head.

Then to you I came,
You'd broken your chains,
I saw you as more than a slave.
I thought, maybe you deserve a home
And thus I took you back to Rome

I returned a hero
To my shattered land
(It's pride like this that holds us together at all
When we lose, I fear, Rome will fall)
For we aren't in good hands,
This Constantine is just a Christian Nero.
But that night it mattered not, for I had you.
Could such a being exist? Can it be true?
Heart ov a warrior, soul ov a philosopher
You simply contradict human nature...
Amazing.

Suddenly a call to arms!
Our eternity is cut short,
For I must don my battle garb
And again return to war

Counterattack!
We're overrun with goths,
Our failing Rome now being sacked
And all hope seems to be lost.
But still I'll fight!
I cut the throat ov the one who dares approach,
But from the dark I see he's not alone,
An arrow takes me in the neck,
Then by two more I'm rushed
Impaled with spears then bashed with shields
My ribs and lungs are crushed.

Now I die away from you,
Your hand so out of reach,
Like Rome, it seemed a futile cause
For no future will we see.

***I don't know, I just wrote this, without any prior planning, which I don't usually do, I guess it came straight from my heart***