Prior than it is error

Prior than it is error
Mostly horror
Vacant areas
Cleared out streets
Hurried people
Guns shoot out
And Hilary Clinton,
her steed ran away
to the Roman's castle
while Bacchus stepped down
And the moon goes up
Among million stars
Being faint and withdrawn
A big storm entered
All melancholy deserts
wiped out under feet
Soldiers of the sky
And a judge of one hand was shaken
waved to welcome the Marshal
And the city opened all doors
to welcome the marches

I enjoyed this powerful poem, MMA.
Glad to see you posting again. :)