Formation of the Celts

Through dreams portents and visions

I found the Fertile Crescent’s

Mesopotamian world

Of Darius and Xerxes

From Cyrus’ long descent.

Ships flew fast from end to end

Close guarded by Persian ports

At Carthage, Tyre and Issus,

To gather up the world and

Place upon the feet of men

Whose hubris plays undaunted.

Then rose a polis to fling

Insult at Xerxes’ demands.

Greeks tore at the tattered fringe of

Darius’ weakened rule

For free men fight unchained

With wild arms eschewing pain

To protect that life they hold

So dear to city and state.

But soon greatness grew to greed

As Midas’ touch tainted

They fell to fight in factions.

Macedonian phalanx

Bound by land, bound to conquer,

Regained the great Greek world,

Turned attention to Persia

And doled greatest injury

At hand of Phillips issue.

But Alexander alone

Could bond his conquered world and

Power fell to power new,

As Rome did rise to grasp at

Reigns of Neptune’s stone white steeds.

Then northern Latins rumbled

Down and splashed and stomped around,

Trod heavy on land and sea,

Reached full round Europe’s extant

Mediterranean sound.

But pillars of pride tumble

Down like men in acts of war.

Then, battle-axe to beaker

Mingled in Europe’s Celtic

Plain but left the world unmarred

By city, greed or guilt of sin.