De Provincia Rutubisais

O, out of the times of Claudius,

And out of the care of Nero,

The Mauri rebelled many times,

So much for Vespasian not to ignore.

He sent the legions to the deserts,

And put the land to calm.

First the little boot choked the northern king,

Then the drooling man placed them in the fold,

Yet peace is not made nor secured.

Tens of years, the Rutubi and Mauri sack forth;

No garrison is enough to break their force,

Yet the lyre still resounds.

Only through the winner of the turmoil,

Does order finally prevail against,

As he holds against the Kush.

He sends Agaptus south of Tingi,

Through two legions, from left to right,

And by the pass, new land is crossed.

The Mauri fought through spears,

Both by hold and by throw.

The Rutubi hid in weak sand walls,

And held shields made from cloth.

Agaptus saw the sky and laughed,

As his Syrians made short work.

By the navies of Rome no desertman stood;

Their fleets sunk in front of them.

No city withstood the legion's sword;

No king held hope for their gods,

They can strike a punch and run,

But by the gods, not withstand a blow.

The Mauri moved south to die another day,

Yet the Rutubi know their place and held;

Many a slave to serve a father's home.

O, as the comic dies standing, Titus rules,

Holding his father's conquests of the deserts in pride,

And with that, holds too the province of Rutubisais.

De Provincia Yathribensis

In the years of the divine Augustus,

He sent Gallus to the deserts,

So thus he wandered forth and back,

Through treachery not much fell through,

Yet it was Gallus's foot who first stepped,

What now is the province of Yathribensis.

A century of peace beholds the pass;

The Psammophagi saw the navigators cross.

No emperor in that time saw it wise,

To waste valuable men through the Yathri,

When mere boat to Aegypti to Saba was enough,

To make all trade and exchange through.

As Trajanus focused on greater pastures,

His successor held and hesitated;

The pious man kept the laws instead,

The stoic made unshook in Germania.

It will only be after the years of chaos,

That the hooded man will gain the land.

As he killed his brother towards his mother,

He thought of the lands east of the plenty,

And through excuse, he sought to war.

For two generals he chained the east,

Upending many rebels left and right,

And put Justin's life to an end.

Soon the Phammophagi will have their turn,

And find themselves to defend.

Through coast and sand they fought as so,

Claiming many through wood and stone,

Yet revenge was twice, was swift as sun,

And soon their bodies held the sand.

No triumph, no cheer, was held for this;

None of their warriors to show the masses.

Our victory over Parthia supersedes all;

Our wisest will consider this a footnote,

Yet who else will prose of the forgotten,

And of the scorching road of Yathribensis?

De Provincia Scenitaea

In the campaigns of the imperial hood,

He broke knots with the Saraceni,

For no land is spared of his scorn;

His hatred for mankind boundless,

But was it such wise decision,

To provoke skilled horsemen to fight?

Led by their first and last king Malicus,

Their tactics shook many legions to terror;

Armored men buried by arrow and sand.

Had it not been for the precepts of Macedon,

Of a general obsessing over the augury,

And the Scythians, loss would be certain.

In the first of its kind the phalanx deploys,

In surprise bursts, they fall like dead men.

As arrows trade between the unwashed,

The dragon standard shows who truly won.

Again and again, we broke their grand army,

And soon their king was sent to us in chains.

The deserts bring an oasis of victory to Rome,

Many captives marched for the occasion.

As Malicus broke down and wept for his people,

He was strangled in the grace of the emperor.

Thus ends the subjugation of the Saraceni,

And begins the gain of Scenitaea.