Augustus's Slaughter

Augustus's Slaughter

At last she never fails to call upon my legion,
The dreary pundit, towards the ruin of day.
To think that she once fit into my eden;
But how she now must pay with roman's play.
And still, i think, i've gifted her last chance,
She's driven me to seek a new romance. 
But when the light of Zeus shines on the plain,
Elysian fields of blood and Typhon's reign,
To Scipio, by Venators and thumbs She will be slain.