The Ides of March (Calphurnia)
(I wrote this a while ago while reading Shakespeare's "Julius Caesar," and I just found it again. It's from Calphurnia's point of view - Caesar's wife.)
I hear a shouting in the steets:
"Liberty!" they cry. "Tyranny's dead!"
Their robes are torn and crimson-stained;
The Senate floor's awash with red.
You have torn me from my lover -
Take me then, and reunite!
There's no better day to die;
I dreamed of death the other night.
The others cry, they shout for vengence.
What care I for revenge today?