A footstep out of place brought an end
To an era. Walking for hope and love
But went too far. The ring he bears
Is the key to a remedy called tragedy.
The love for an abandoned child
Who called this man father burns.
If the time comes that the page turns
Love will destroy what they build.
An ancient device began working once more
Heralding the future. Death evened the score.
Given the guilty gift of life he returned home
And fell into despair. His son will never come.
Good ideas led even to the burning of Rome.
Vasha'Lakar 