Chaotic beauty named Triumph

They fought like hawks on their own dead corpse,
A torn page from history, when it was all about mist and mystery,
it was the time when life is gambled and youth was whored.

Where power is a slavery
and every Brutus a beneficiary
when difference had definitions,
it's where legends perished,
when only the conspirers are those who prospered.

That was the time when a beauty was imposed
which has never ever been posed,
It was a never satisfying mirage of thirst named immortality
Consumed Achilles, Alexander, Ashok and their mortality
It was the time when swords carved history and ink changed its colour.

Everyone failed to fill the colour in those carving of the swords
Even the painter felt like a spectator in front of his own art.

They got what they wanted, a undisputed immortality somewhere in the chapters of last known page within a lost history.
It was a time when courage had faces ambitions had boundaries
Those were the time of chaotic beauty called the triumph