Ermea and Festus: Festus

His fatal mistake was apparent once in the dark
As the fingerling was confronted by a shark
The alleyways of Roma were no fairytales
As Festus was not following yellow bricks but a bloody trail
She, beautiful by day as she uses the sun as a veil
But once the moon revealed her face
That fleeting beauty of hers failed
Her roads were cramped with cargoes from all over the empire
From Baelo Claudia’s most desired fish to the Druith’s mystic fire

Roma after dark is the dream of every fingerling
But Roma is the shark that leaves their bodies lingering
Roma after dark was the end of young Publius Festus Necessitates Valerius
Roma after dark saw the birth of the man Festus

After an hour of wandering in the wild
The young man decides to rest on a parked chariot
Since frustrated and his fate reconciled
He thus decides to spend the night there
The day is lost the morrow shall be fair
After a few moments of slumber
He is brought back to his senses by a thunder
A great awakening through a loud jingling sound
The cart upon which he was laid had departed
He was accidentally participating in a mysterious round
The night still lives and the dark still reigns
Young Festus finds himself in chains

The day was lost and the morrow seemed worst
Young Publius was on a merchant’s ship
The type that transports living corpses
The fruit of his decisions received through a whip
And destiny has closed his doors
His tears won’t do anything but wipe the floors
And his cries drowned by multiple chores
A living corpse indeed, sold to a master estranged from affection
Not the sacrificial one, just the one that allows human relation
Valerius was nothing but a valued instrument
That could be replaced once discrepant