Emotions like the fall of Rome
Sadness sits high upon the throne

Glory, grander, that slowly fade
Melancholy into the sunlight bade

From the shadows in which it hid
To rear its prideful head again

And under the coliseum lie
Life before childhood died

So discontent a simple notion
Sorrow is a lowly emotion

And aqueducts lead unto my eyes
Water flows with no reprise

For the ones who understand
The life that hangs from golden strand

Simply reverberating with discord
For into my back the knife did bore

Et tu, Brute?
Is all that can be said
Now lie my happiness dead

The ides of March so have come about
Leaving in heart and soul no doubt

That the pillars fell to rest
And joy was put to death