Farewell, My Foe

Another olden day poem

Look into the augury of zeal
Breathe the spirits of ancient Rome
Simple a foretaste of a sequestered seal
Trepidation of the advent journey home
With a blade in hand; a young warriors threnody
Perpetually trekking extensive roads
Nor did he percieve the faint humming melody
Seconds of the suns frution erodes
A hero no doubt; unshackle the knot!
That endeavirs our fortitude and mind
Edify the stratagem that ought not be taught
Dispatching the foes infirmity behind