Suicide of BrutusA Poem by EbruS
End of the war against the tyrant
My legions have been defeated. Last blades left Are having their cold-blooded affairs with the enemies', As the last troops defend our precious republic. I understand, Although it is sad, That there is no more i can do To gratify my ancestors' souls. Now I will not hesitate To draw my silver sword And kill myself by my own hands In a noble way Like the sun paints the skies scarlet As it goes down... Brutus. © 2013 EbruS |
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Added on July 19, 2013 Last Updated on July 19, 2013 |