All the world has come to wonder,
With your death knells sounding clear.
The bells that set the heart to ponder,
For what, and why, are we still here?
A Theseus without his string,
A labyrinthine path to roam.
What dark wood have you left us in,
Without a Virgil to guide us home.
A shadow marshalls upon the shores,
A mirage of Europe who doesn’t know,
What is truth, without your light,
To lead us from the depths below.
Did you know, that as you left,
A battlefield would soon arise,
A struggle insurmountable,
A summit upon Homo-novus to rise.