“Et me, Caesar.”

With this blade I have killed two men at once 
for my honor dies with your anguished breath. 
For every drop spilled 
from your fierce heart, I bleed two, 
shoulders burdened by your scarlet robe, 
kissed by the grapeshot of a shattered north star. 
The meteorites of your glory still rain 
upon the earth you claimed and tended 
while my legacy lies 
blurred beneath these sinful stains 
where I forsook my brother’s name.