What know you, young one
            Of the ancient lady
            And of her centuries-long travail
            What know you of kings   
            And of warriors
            Who her love, her legend hailed
            From the reckless carnage  
            Of untold battlefields
            While in weary silence   
            She witnessed
            Their scarlet homage
            From behind her widow's veil
            

            What know you of river Stix
            And of the lonely journey
            To the shores of Hades
            For in your youth
            You heed not wisdom
            Giving death but a passing thought
            Your strong body alien to the rot
            That pervades eternal
            In that dark kingdom
            

            What know you, young one
            Of how legends last
            Living only for tomorrow
            How can you understand the sorrow
            Of a soul born in the distant past
            You, who in the span of time
            Flare for the briefest moment
            Your death but one small ripple
            In her legacy of crime