Email Poem

Your IP Address: 3.17.156.98

Your Email Address:

To Email Address:

Subject

Personal Note:

Poem Title:

Poem

et tu Brute with the stiff dagger
and warmblood dripping from 
the betrayed hands
witness the evil spirits of Judas
lurking behind the scene
burrow underneath the quiet earth
for thirty shekels of gold
almost speaking in tongues
back and forth through the
holy windows of time
to complete the evil deeds of mankind
and through the ghost-spirit sublime
we conceive the wicked plot
to murder the Emperor King Caesar
if we shall go gently into the good night
witness the unholy act
oh what untimely death we weep
transpired through the soul 
thus we gain access to liberty
towards sweet glory and fame
from all the People of Rome
and to be reflected in the
ancient mirror of time
yet whose fruit are we
to guide our hearts with
the ancient code of chivalry
now hollow out the world
thus to kill any man
upon the sweet earth with
stiff dagger in thy hands

CAPTCHA Preview

Type the characters you see in the picture

Required