Suicide of Brutus

Suicide of Brutus

A 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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