Write an ode to an Age or Epoch of your choice.
Before the rebirth, that spawned many thoughts,
There you are, a time meant to educate,
Just waiting for us to connect the dots.
Most of it had started with the crusade
Some thought the gods punished them for their sin
In towns, people would die by the millions
Now there’s a simple cure, a barricade
The modern world, where disease cannot win
It killed your people, all the civilians
Architecture and art, practiced often
Romanesque, gothic, developed by you
Your creative spawn, never forgotten,
And, importantly, a writing debut.
Numbers, letters, all recorded for us,
Paper kept track of your train of thought
Intellectual, cultural text
Communicates to us what you discussed
You have proven you’re not a vacant lot
O, even with this you’re still too complex.
Those kings and queens, always treated like gods
Mammoth pieces of land, farmed by the poor.
Landless peasants too tired to maraud.
The fields cultivated, no longer moors.
When the small villages began to grow
The population grew, became more known.
Soon, there would come the time that we had tried
Our ideas, the world our studio.
Rebirth had arrived, completely homegrown,
Little did we know, you had never died.