In days of old, a tale unfolds,
Of a soul lost in the annals of time,
A warrior brave, forgotten, untold,
A Centurion, whose spirit did climb.
In ancient Rome, his valor soared,
Amidst legions’ might, he stood tall,
A shield against the chaos roared,
In battles fierce, he gave his all.
With glinting armor, gleaming blade,
He marched with honor, chest ablaze,
Through trials endured, a path he made,
To write his legend, in history’s haze.
Yet as empires fall and ages pass,
Memories fade, like echoes thin,
The Centurion’s glory, alas,
Lost in shadows, where few have been.
Through centuries long, he lingered there,
An echo of valor, faint, forlorn,
His name, once cherished, now rare,
In history’s maze, a spirit torn.
Yet deep within the heart’s recess,
His essence lives, forevermore,
In tales of courage, we confess,
A whisper of him, we restore.
So let us resurrect his name,
The Forgotten Centurion’s plea,
Embrace his legacy, reclaim,
A hero’s soul, forever free.
For in the sands of time, he lies,
A beacon of strength, undeterred,
The Forgotten Centurion, arise,
In our hearts, your flame is stirred.
