In the heart of Rome, where shadows creep,
And power's lust runs dark and deep,
A lion rose from humble lands,
To lead with fire and steady hands.
Antonius, the name he bore,
A warrior's strength, a lion's roar.
Across the north, his legions went,
Through blood and fire, their will unbent.
In barbarous lands, they carved their way,
To forge an empire none could sway.
With flames in hand and sword in might,
He burned through enemies, casting fright.
But power's path is fraught with woe,
As seeds of ruin slowly grow.
In Senate halls where whispers twine,
The weight of envy crossed the line.
And brotherhood, once strong and pure,
Would face a trial none could endure.
Now hear the tale of Rome's great son,
Of wars he fought and deeds he's done,
Of friendships torn and fates entwined,
Of lions lost and futures blind.
For in this epic poem, truth will show,
How power gained can lay hearts low.