No Such Thing As Ghosts -(or how it could have been).

[smiffey]

ACT III SCENE 1

And you Brutus,
how feel you now as I,
dying on senate stone,
lie cold as a conspirator's heart,
my blood runs the cracks
of your flawed reasoning
and the steel of your intent,
cloaked by false friendship
thrust deep into my body
by you, the noblest Roman,
is this day wrongly meant.

You need conspire no more
as before you I expire,
but what think you now of this?
Does the weight of your action
balance the truth of my corpse
against an earthly reality
as may have been shown,
and would a crown holding
such sway over all of Rome
have been made worse
because it was Ceasar's own?

But now, whilst doubt
without the light of fact
casts it's dark shadow
with righteous questions
asked of your actions this day,
consider Octavius and Cassius
enemies as you considered me,
seek no help from them
and sheathe all fearful thought
for neither will I haunt you
nor travel to Phillipi.

Exeunt the living

THE END