-Ceasar

Who's cold and flowered grip of death 
Does pull my bones to break and bind?
Who's unemotional breath of snow and coal 
Turns blue the air and breaks the wind?
Why does the sorrow of the night
Scream in silent horror's flight?
Why do I only hear
The crying of the teardrop's tear 
And eagles' flight beyond the sky?
Only I hear, only I.
And when the breath of darkness lies,
Comes death among the Ides.