374. Personal Nero Poem by Jaden Knight

And so as his city burned to the ground
he watched from a hill nearby
didn't seem to care as he watched the flames
his tears had evaporated long before

As the bridges collapsed
he danced a jig and clapped his hands in delight
no one could cross the chasms now
to invade or even assist

He played the guitar as the store rooms crackled
and raised his voice in song
of walking hand in hand across the fields
with the one he used to love

As the homes sparked up
he picked up a harp
and strummed and ode to memories
ones that had been made long before
and those that could never be

As the government centres were razed
he played the last post on a silver trumpet
as the fires died out so did he
but it was too long before anyone noticed

Now his city lies in ruins
a shadow of the prosperity it enjoyed
a symbol of the love and life he had destroyed
for just like him the truth would be forgotten