Like drum beats in the dark
rhythmical, mumbling
rumors go around
The Quaestor is on leave
Like a fire it starts
burning silently
dissatisfaction becomes audible
The Quaestor is gone again
Like the wind bringing leafs together
more and more
rustling, mumbling, moving, pondering
The Quaestor is not here
Like clouds it darkens everything
meetings in shadows
revolt and mutiny is heard
The Quaestor doesn't know
Like a stone rolling down a hill
faster and faster
speed it gets
The Quaestor wont interfere
Like an avalanche dragging people with it
enthusiasts join
emotions of a new time
The Quaestor is far away
Like hungry wolfs grabbing meat
tasks are given out
a new leader chosen
The Quaestor is forgotten
Like the water waiting for the high tide
patient in the shadow
giving them security
The Quaestor is waiting
Like a thunder striking
killing, slaying, destroying
the traitors death so delicious
The Quaestor has returned
Like the moon ruling the night
dark and glorious
he is back the only one
The Quaestor of Gladius