Gaius Julius Caesar
was not a real people pleaser
he tried to set himself up as a monarch
but never made it past the Ides of March
She, Queen of Egypt, he, Ceasar of Rome,
Together, their lands united a sea,
Their fusion less capitol, more a home,
A son born to them, though rule, not to be,
Yet, her debut in Rome breathed an epic,
Whilst there, Brutus and his clan, did tragic,
End murdered, Gaius Julius Caesar,
Self-death, Cleopatra Philopator.
2019 September 24
I will pave the farthest road,
see my likeness known in marble and gold.
Is it power, is it greatness I pursue?
Yes, it's destined, it makes sense,
that I should come to prominence,
Oh, world, Caesar comes for you!
I will not fade, spread across Pompey's gates,
what would Cicero know of what is great?
I can say,
alea iacta est, Rome will see her day.
Damn winter, autumn, by spring,
you'll see city columns rising.
And the aquaducts will flood with the blood,
of any still defying!
May the Gods stand behind my scabbard,
may the Gauls all scuttle and scatter.
I'll not retreat, or sit on my laurel wreath,
alea iacta est!
A thousand legions strong,
scouting regions far beyond,
marching on,
alea iacta est, Rome will see her day.
A thousand legions strong,
from Athena's Parthenon,
marching on,
alea iacta est, Rome will see her day.
I shall go, I shall see, I shall conquer,
I am servent to this life no longer.
Let the world heed these words,
and be ready to feature,
Gaius Julius Caesar!
Yes,
The die is cast,
It's mine, this at last,
alea iacta est,
Rome, will, see, her, day!
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