Sparkatale

The Fall of Constantinople - The City of the World's Desire
Sicilé Chanson
Created on 14 January 2016 and finished on 25 February 2016

The shadowy sun rises from the east
He cries for he has been scarred by the beast
For the world has never seen such sad sight
The glory of God, fallen from His might

The blood of immortals, splattered right here
For Satan has crossed the holy frontier
The city of which the world has renowned
A city where God keeps his light and crown

Now as we face the ruins of despair
In which he cries out, “Life is so unfair!”
The glimmering light on their faces, gone!
The wealth of the ultimate empire, gone!

The churches where worship is at peace, gone!
The philosophers and advisers, gone!
The army that marched victoriously, gone!
Everything! Everything we love are gone!

Where are your friends, O Ruins of the East?
Where are those men who’d fight for you the beast?
Where are your allies, O great Second Rome?
I thought they said they will protect the tome?

But, look at you! Trampled upon and shamed
Disgrace on your face, as if you’re the lamed
Where is your bright, sparkling, purple robe?
Where is your shining, golden crown that strobe?

The funeral for our dear emperor
Marching on, reigning with fright and terror
With tears that rained down from our sad, sore eyes
Our heads down as we say our last good-byes

On his grave reads, with his associates
 “Here lies Constantine, the last of the greats”
Poor man. He sought for help and no one dared
To lift his finger. In fact, no one cared

Everyone seems far too busy to see
His sufferings and laments and debris
While they are exploring the uncharted
They leave you weak, wounded, and fainthearted

So, Constantine, tell me. Did they all cared?
You rely too much that your feelings flared
And now as you rot in your own deathbed
May these words be stuck in your heart and head

For you know the plasticity of men
To leave you here when you really need them
And when they need you, they will cry for help
Then they’ll tear and shout and mumble and yelp

You have served as their dad when their mom died
And now they grew up, they set you aside
Just look at your children, leading empires
While you, you die as I play this sad lyre

You, as their Basileus, should’ve learned
To never trust anyone, or you’ll yearn
They had the choice to help, but they did not
All too busy to plan their own onslaught

And I should thank the people who did rose
Against your enemy’s so-great impose
Thank those who tried to take your glory back
But failed as they all fell, so did their shack

And so, here lies the great of the greatest
Who withstood love, envy, and the test
The sky up high seems very, very dire
As the sun sets on Constantine’s empire

But I will not stand on this situation
Constantine, I know, from your probation
Will rise again and restore Byzantium
As our calm heart whispers: “Mare Nostrum"