Friday, June 25, 2010


Medieval-man they called me in my years,
My title passed the name of Charlemagne
All faces I have met now drown in fears.
My power seemed like it would never wane.
My kingdom once was split in many parts,
By very foolish relatives of mine,
But after months of hardening their hearts,
I conquered them and after felt divine.
But most great figures' destinies are grey,
For I was slain by friends through thoughts of greed.
A reenactment of "Et Tu Brute,"
And instantly from power did recede.
A Lesson to assist you lest you fail,
To only fear one word and that's betray'l.

1 comment:

Rose said...

Witty compilation of history bits. Nicely done.