After the fading light has passed through the curtain of time,
I look at the approaching darkness as through a pellucid veil,
For all that is and that is not is paraded before my eyes,
The myths of men and their gods of ideas I can remember:
Achilles and his chariot dragging a fallen foe Hector,
Around and around the impregnable walls of Troy,
Which itself has spawned scores of tales.
The ivy-covered towers of Ilium are a welcome sight,
For after my years of wandering adventure,
I might gaze again upon the beauty of my wife's countenance,
And rest in kingly comfort for a while.
This then is still the age of imagination,for man
With his pen can construct ivy-covered Towers in Manhattan,
London or Ibadan and recreate events of millennia.
The world was under the Roman Eagle for a thousand years,
And Julius Caesar's dictum of '' veni,vidi,vici''.
But nothing has really changed,only magnified,
As we stare past the pellucid veil with some uncertainty,
For in our paths lie dragons and we with trepidation look on.
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