"Beware of The Ides of March!" Won 2nd place in The Bard's Hall Contest.
It is Lupercalia, an ancient religious holiday in Rome,
Where Caesar appeared before the press— His aim,
To answer any questions, here is where he felt right at home.
This is who I am, a Roman dictator; I am one and the same!
"Beware of the Ides of March!" the soothsayer declaimed,
Caesar pondered. What is this warning? He shrugged in dismay.
A superstitious man, he remained consistent— Ahead of the game,
And decided. "I'll be ever watchful, and keep whoever at bay!"
That night, ghost appeared, and hair-raising thunder arose, judgment's beat,
“Beware the Ides of March!” Caesar recalled, his face turned white as a sheet.
“I dreamt you died in my arms.” Calpurnia said, feeling a chill.
“You cannot attend the Senate, I fear my dream will come true.”
She beckoned Brutus, “Send word to the Senators, Caesar is ill.”
But Caesar said, "I'm not a coward, Calpurnia, I'll follow through."
Caesar should have heeded his wife’s concern, as the ides drew near,
His friend, Brutus, delivered him into the hands of his enemy,
Many Roman senators stabbed Caesar to death that day, for fear,
Caesar would overthrow the government— In favor of tyranny.