Nobody Remembered Heliogabalus

Nobody remembered Heliogabalus
Until for 24 hours a writer went crazy
And drew himself a story

Now it's something I tell people
Something stuck in the maze of my mind
Somehow come to truth

It would be great to stage it
Tell the story of his life
Before starting the slow rain of petals

They'll laugh at first
And then they'll get scared
But the doors are locked, and they'll drown, slowly
In the memory of a man