Augustian ProphecyA Poem by TheRavenMy final days are coming, and that of the republic. Yet, I do not feel fear.
In my dreams I have seen the next to be,
His glory brighter than the battles fought Under the greatest name in history; Yet his might is not by sword, but his thought Of a Roman wilderness held secure Through the watchful eye, of a strong empire. In his reign peace shall rain ever so pure, Founded on my bleeding name; crimson fire Stabbed out upon stones of the senate floor Etched red with title he shall soon command To quell a rising tide, a traitor's war; Silenced with the wave of a "tyrant's" hand. In death I will smile at any fool Unsuspecting, the man of August's rule.
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Added on May 8, 2016Last Updated on May 14, 2016 Tags: Augustus Caesar, Julius Caesar, Rome, omens, dreams, August, ides of march, future, foresight Author
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