reign not short on vision
You were a slave to its ambition.
In times of warfare and of burning,
dream of grandeur returning.

new splendour came to the rise, then
But expenses had made you a poor man.
You stole the wives of others
But you couldn't really be bothered.

man of equal vice and virtue
The armies, how they adored you!
Your childhood had made you reclusive
To the public, you were elusive.

Answering, plotting and scheming
You made an iron fist redeeming!

Sleep is yours, Domitian
Earth calls you back to her keep
Your soldiers all lit a candle
But the people, they did not weep.

You stole the wives of others
But you couldn't really be bothered.

Caesar for so many days!
fall from divine grace!
The mantle lost forever, so it seemed:
The end of the Flavian regime.