Writing/Rome

You may be Xerxes, vast in might,
A king who sought to drown the light.
But I am Leonidas born of the Zeus above,
Thunder-forged by Jupiter’s love.

I walk where mortals dare not tread,
Beyond the living, past the dead.
Greater than Leonidas’ stand,
Wiser than Scipio’s hand.

I outshine Caesar’s battle cries,
I rise where Augustus built the skies.
Not just a ruler, not just a name—
I am the fire, I am the flame.

Mightier than Napoleon’s dream,
Stronger than Wellington’s last gleam.
No throne can hold me, no crown can bind,
For I am Rome—eternal, divine!