BrutusA Poem by MeganStone cold hands Gripping the blood of our lost king His fists were never clenched His knees never shook Sincerity has flooded the streets of Rome Honorability has returned to mankind The lost king's apparition radiates onto our noble Brutus Declaring our new emperor. © 2014 MeganAuthor's Note
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