Ides of March, poetry by Shaun Mellish at Spillwords.com
J.L Gerome (The Death of Caesar)

Ides of March

Ides of March

written by: Shaun Mellish

@MellishShaun

 

Into this day we come alone
Evil pours from every bone
Danger lurks in history told
Satan’s hand forever cold
Of trysts untold we cannot speak
Murder comes to let blood leak
Friend or foe, all those we know
Another springtime horror show
Our blindness sees the visions dark
Our bodies find reality stark
Our minds swim in lucid dreams
A chorus of redoubtable screams
The crumbling of our triumphal arch
The horrors of the ides of March

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