XXVII
Aurora sanguinea portas aperit,
Eos aurea rota per caelum trahit.
Sub arcuus fractis clamat Roma:
“Vidi imperatores cadere, vidi populos exsurgere.
Lux tamen semper revertitur.”

XXVIII
Mnemosyne arcana loquitur:
“Memoria non est pondus solum,
sed pontis ossa inter vivos et mortuos.
Hic, in umbra Fori, verba meae filiae
cantant in vento — voces Musarum.”

XXIX
Moirai fila tenent, digitis nocturnis:
non abruptum fatum, sed nodus latens.
Thanatos blandus adstitit, non hostis,
sed custos portarum.
Persephone levem risum fundit,
inter flores subterraneos auroram praenuntians.

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XXVII
Aurora opens her blood-red gates,
Eos drives her golden wheel across the sky.
Beneath the broken arches Rome cries:
“I have seen emperors fall, I have seen peoples rise.
Yet light always returns.”

XXVIII
Mnemosyne speaks in secrets:
“Memory is not only weight,
but the bone of a bridge between living and dead.
Here, in the Forum’s shadow,
my daughters’ voices sing in the wind — the Muses.”

XXIX
The Moirai hold the threads in their nocturnal fingers:
not a sudden fate, but a hidden knot.
Thanatos stands gently, not as an enemy,
but as keeper of thresholds.
Persephone releases a quiet laugh,
among the flowers of the underworld, announcing the dawn.