Ovid

Whatever was to happen...did.

 Rome was left without me.
 I was left without an emperor.

If you can surmount that imposing mountain I have
 before me like one being hunted
 despite the fact that it was blinded
 by the Daemon of Height
 you will see Fog being dragged over it
 like a storm of protest
 as soon as it confronts Rome without me
                                           and I'm without an Emperor.

 If you then walk parallel
 to the mad flow of this river
 despite all the sanctification it received from the Roman Senate
 you will see here in particular
 what a Calamitous Destiny the World will suffer
 for the fact Rome is without me
                                           and I'm without an Emperor.

 If you turn your back
 to this intolerable storm
 (which like the expectations of Rome rushes in a rage)
 despite the fact you have secured
 and indeed with artistic skill
 Thoughts in the Mind...
 and emotions in the Heart
 may Apollo still protect you...my poor Dreamer
 because you have here entered the course
 that Human History will follow
 in which Rome is without me
                                           and I'm without an Emperor.

And if you go to the back of this Temple
 forgotten by this hemorrhage of feelings
 on the inscriptions that the Gods
                                           have dedicated to Humanity
 you will come to understand not even a single prayer
 was whispered for the Salvation of the World
 something that will convince you just how sordid and cynical
 the Art of Reason has become
 from the fact that Rome is without me
                                           and I'm without an Emperor.

 And even this Bird
 if you should follow it as it comes
                                           from the Deserts
 looking to rest a while in Carthage
 when no sooner it confronts the ugly affectations of Rome
 then it immediately withdraws
 deciding never to set foot on Earth again
 and along with it also rise beating its wings
 the dust then will blind
 the universal logic of Things
 for the fact Rome is without me
                             and I'm without an Emperor.

 But this time with a difference...
 conservative I would say
 and indeed Classical.

Since Philosophy was unable to divide
 Rome and the Emperor into three
 the third part was the poet so that at least
 the sins of any Universal Dominion would be fewer
 among all the things and feelings
 which symbolize Humanity
 before it had yet been conquered by Rome
                                           and the Emperor
 I myself came in...like a householder and free...

In that way so utterly sudden as I was lighting a candle
 to the dead Virtues of the Greeks
 which I await in the Sky of the World
 like a hot and glowing sun
 because from what I see the Soul of the Ecumenical
 is about to bleed-out
 from an excess of Executioners.