On Roman Legions Poem by Vassilis Christakis

There,
In the valley of shadows, in the deep German forest,
We hit them with our lucid spears, of law and logic
Of folly and hubris,
Full of ourselves as we engaged the brave pagan to fight,
We sought to keep the empire intact,
Its mighty glory treasured in our souls,
We could not see the seeds of our demise,
For the enemy was the future of our times.

Christianity for every man and the bishops on top,
Succumbing reason, forging belief,
In the Almighty and the concocted Trinity
Whom heathens reeking with despise,
Rushed to embrace for fear of holy doom,
Or need for equal spoils.

We lived and died like heroes,
Sullen and dirty, in flesh and mind,
A sacrifice to history's forever turning tides.