'Ode to Julian'(the apostate)

Julian, dubbed "the apostate" by the early church was one of the last Roman emperors. He attempted to re-introduce the classical Greco/Roman pantheon after Christianity became the religion of state under Constantine. He was assasinated in Persia by one of his own soldiers. Supposedly his last dying statement was, "You have won Galilean". "Ode to Julian (The apostate)" It's now twilight in the empire. Discontents wash every shore. The mighty deeds of Ceasars, grace the peoples lips no more. No heros march in grand parades. Like heros from the past. No cheering crowds shout praises with the trumpets welcome blast. Our weary legions choke on blood, from desparate civil wars. Ruthless generals use their armies, like they use convenient whores. The Gods seem disconnected from the pain and suffering here. Perhaps, it's just contempt they feel when courage turns to fear. I've seen our mother "Victory" fold her wings and softly cry. She knows Rome's golden glory has grown old and soon must die. But I remember one last struggle with the nights encrouching hand. when Julian assumed the throne to take a final stand. Educated in the virtues of what freedom ought to be He swore to champion justice, and respect our dignity. Our banners which had gathered dust discarded on the floor. Flew once again in triumph on the wind that made them soar. He battled to his credit in the field and council chair demanded free expression to the bishops great despair. For one truly pristine moment it seemed honor was restored Meanwhile...priests hatched evil schemes behind the church's door. No one can ever ascertain the truth which history hides. But, in conquest of the Persians, a spear pierced Julian's side. Some say the blade was Roman thrust in by assassins hands Some say that Christ himself had smote him in that foriegn land. What I believe is no concern, all legends fade and change When new power tells the story its always rearranged. I know the sun has set with Julian. I see the road to darkness paved. Apollo sits beside him in his lonely, unmarked grave. Written March 29th, 2002 © on Mar 28 2002 11:13 PM PST   0 • 1