“…and he pitched his vast camp beneath the walls of Rome.”
And wept, for Alaric had been a general of the legions,
a staunch defender of the dying ways,
and would have still repaid the debt to Rome
by killing Goths until the closing of his days.
But the Senate was corrupt,
the emperor weak,
and all of Rome looked out in fear
at the savage might of
620 years had passed,
generations grown old and passed away,
since last the city of Rome
had fallen to the sword.
The world, effectively, was about to end,
The Republic brought to ash and dust.
Alaric wept….and set the gates of Rome afire.