Mystery

c2011 (S)


The Eleusinian mysteries unfold,

In the darkness of the caverns, in the distant days of old.

For the bright young man who dared, revealed;

By the torches red glare, a sword, tested and annealed.

A scholar by nature, yet destined for purple.

He drank from the fountain, blessed waters that gurgled.

And Julian, in all his humble wisdom,

Swore upon his honour to achieve two things:

Revenge, against the enemies of Rome;

And to restore the Gods to their former glory.

Marching forth at the head of his legions,

Deeper and deeper into the dry desert regions,

The scholar forgot the bloody lessons of history;

Why he should do so, remains quite a mystery,

In the end all was vanity, no one knows why.

A Parthian lance in his guts he did earn,

And with homely courage, his fate he did learn.

There upon the vast empty plain of Carrhae.

Julian forgot, that just like foolish sovereigns,

All of the ancient gods must die.