March of Ides and Unraveling Lies

Betrayed by his brethren

What an abysmal fate

Destiny is a cruel, fickle maiden

Who cannot be overcome by faith

The end is nigh, inferno is near

For all we hold dear will someday disappear

Tragedy creeps elusively

It strikes us while we’re weak

Until finally death brings us on our knees

It’s the aftermath of greed

To be betrayed by one’s own kin

Inevitable yet unpredictable

Why would life bestow such a circumstance?

Intangible emotions is the chaos this perpetuates

The poor trusting fool realized it far too late

He stood valiantly over many brigades

Although tonight was not as grand

Julius Caesar collapsed after a single glance

From the one he cherished the most in all his lands

Et tu Brutus?

He cried with his last breath

Then he shut his eyes

And accepted his end

The blade within the other man’s hands

Pierced through resigned flesh

To Caesar, blood was thicker than water

But not to Rome

His own son Brutus shattered their filial code

In the end, Brutus chose his home

A truly brilliant abode

Albeit, swarming with surreptitious moles

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Author’s Note

The historical accuracy of this work is questionable. Brutus is never confirmed to be Caesar’s son, but their dynamic was very similar to the relationship between a father and son.

There is a possibility that Caesar is his biological father. After all, Caesar was involved with Brutus’s mother Servilia. However, it is never confirmed by Caesar himself.

The relationship between Brutus and Caesar is up to interpretation. They were very close and Caesar favored Brutus. From my perspective, Caesar considered Brutus to be his son.

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