Cassius’ Wrath

Clean thy soul of purgatory,

Thy heart lies corrupted,

Mighty Power reigns supreme

Within thy grounds of ambiton;

Sweet Hatred doth take a stroll

In thy garden of judgement.

Veiled art thou,

The world to thou is a folly.

You harbour colossal desire,

Thine ambition touches the Alps.

Thou should die, tyrant!

Thy blood should grace mine sword,

Bathe in thy lofty dreams.

And in the fires of doom

Shall thou slumber for eternity!

 

 

Reference: An afterthought on Julius Caesar. If Cassius himself had killed Caesar by his own hands rather than hiding behind Brutus and the others. His wrath was supreme. This I tried to depict here.