At Mycenae Poem by dimitrios galanis

Here at the circles of Death,
at the beehive cones,
the royal mansions, the dialog's markets
started the first steps towards a future
where you shape your own fate.
The twin lions kept it in safe.
For centuries the boulders standing up
begirded the outcropping of their nest.
Through the bronze they unified homoglossic regions
and abundand became their court's wealth.
When it came to live the sunset of the realm
looked for gold in foreign teritories rival.
Hungry for greed the power's madness
bleeded from the vengance of the betrayed prudence
and thus faded out and fell ruined on the ground.

Weak enough against the iron force
descending from the north.
Underestimated rust's metal
and fell easy victims of the new furnace.
The blood of the ruins was transfused
to flow in the veins of the next miracle.
Beyond myth's boundaries
from these crystalgrey stones sprang
and first on the ruins' dowhill further ran
the alternating current of history's blood.
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