Radegonde

Dear Valeria,

Oh, sad state of war, malevolent destiny
That fells proud kingdoms in a sudden slide!
The rooves that stood so long in happiness are broken
To lie fallen beneath the vast charred ruin.
The palace courts, where art once flouished
Are vaulted now with sad, glowing ashes.
Towers artfully gilded, then shone golden-red,
Now drifting ashes blur the glitter to pallor.

Yours,

Radegonde de Poitiers

Anastasius

Greetings, Valeria,

Richest regards,

Flavius Anastasius Augustus, said Dicorus