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A Roman Drama
by
Amy Sailer
Minerva and
Julius were slaves of him
As were Flora and Rufus and the rest of them
In the year 18 B.C. they all served the
Melancholy, sorrowful Titus Triste
He moped throughout the night and all the daylight
When a slave ran wild he turned a blind sight
However, he loathed all those with a passion
And killed that love in a horrible fashion
So then he called Julius to the forum
Along with the lurid Mister Aurorum
And he paid a large sum and gave him the deed
And before Julius knew it, he had been freed
"I envy you, and that pretty slave of mine,
But you will be gone and she'll begin to pine,
And I won't have to listen to you again!
So be gone, before I call the policemen."
Then her master Triste told Minerva all,
"How dare you! How could you! That takes so much
gall!"
And in her anger she ran to her brother
"He is long gone, my beloved, my lover!"
"Just take one minute and observe all the facts,
In all other things Master Triste is lax,
But in matters of the heart he is so pained
Perhaps that heart was broken by a fair maid?"
"Then we will find her and put them together
And love will fly, like two doves of a feather!
But how do we find this specific one girl?
A pin in a haystack? A pearl in the world?"
"No problem, we will consult the soothsayer,
The knower of all, the answerer of prayer.
She should be hiding in the loneliest place,
The one place no soul would ever want to face."
They then departed off to the catacombs,
And stood alongside a statue carved in loam.
"Divigo, Divigo!" they began to chant.
Before their very eyes she started to act.
"Be wise! Choose only one thing to ask of me,
You will just get an answer to the first plea."
So Minerva told the story of her love.
"Dear, you're answer lies with Cordelia Octuv!"
Next, to the village of Florence they traveled,
The city of paintings not often beheld.
Inside one of the temples of gods they sought
The one woman who Triste had all but forgot.
"Octuv, Octuv, Cordelia Octuv?" they asked.
But all said sorry and went on with their task.
Finally, one monk pointed to a small room.
There was a slight woman sitting at a loom.
We all went back to Titus Triste's abode
The love Octuv and Triste had surely showed,
As they embraced after all those years so long.
It lit up the lights! It righted every wrong!
"My love, at long last you are here in my arms,
Despite our wrongdoings and our wicked charms.
But as for you Minerva, for this great deed,
You and your brother are officially freed!"
At once Minerva was off to Julius.
"You are here! He freed you! What a fool he is!"
"No, I think at long last his heart's on the mend,
So I think it's over. Take a bow. The End!"
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