From the depths of history,
Shrouded by mystery,
A world where the gods ruled,
Their power, not to be ridiculed.
Especially Jupiter, who in any aspect,
Had many a subject.
Where those, long dead,
Rise from their eternal bed.
Who once gained this land in victory,
Amassing anything gold and silvery.
Where they rested, after battles cooled,
Of which many have been schooled.
Commanded by a prefect,
Whose priority was to protect,
Or to help the Empire spread,
Where one dare not tread.