Byzantium

Byzantium It is August its heat taste of dust and desperation The despot feels that soon time will change it will Have to share with clouds and cooling wind. For not, it has the power but in the eyes of his general He senses a mounting revolt but he prepared and he Will show no mercy he will absorb them to his inner core Where they can burn forever, and replace them with Generals he can trust, but can he? August is tired, angry too he gave them a great spring But he will show them they can`t topple him so easily Nature, once on his said is turning against him The mighty oak tree whisper to lesser trees it is time For the sun to share power has it not heard of democracy? Stubbornly he hangs till clouds like battleship comes From the north and end, his reign drowns him in torrential That will destroy his life`s work