Augustus Caesar – Poetry

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I have brought glory to Rome.


And though my friends have fallen,

I bear no brute on my chest

For I rise above them mercilessly, 

It’s their final time to rest.


Julius has been slain,

And Octavia surrenders herself

As I wait for Death to take me,

I’m another piece of wealth.


I have conquered all my hands can take

And thousands seek demise,

For when I ascended to the throne

Their smiles ran like mud through stone

Before I beat them into bone

And watched light leave their eyes.


Now my heart has been deserted,

And I am left apart.

The rivers no longer shine white,

But run with bitter blood.

A single thought flies through the night:


I have brought glory to Rome.