Writing/Rome

<poem> 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!

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