Somewhere in your cold heart
I wished for a sparkle of heat
You gleamed before everybody
Thought I would feel miserable
Never, I felt more free since then

I stepped forward to melt you
You melted mine instead, in love
Dozed me into you, with a smile
It wasn't too late to know the truth
You've been playing games with me

You were conquering my whole heart
I hailed your name and dreamt a lot
Held my pillow closer, cuddling gently
Slept with a sweet smile on my face
Innocent, I am, you turned to a witch
Hunting down love, a Caesar of hearts

As whisker-twister pauses, tho’ journey lingers on,
Sniveling and sneaking as he darts in shadows long,

And the Gallic peace; tranquility.

No food, nor sleep, no drink and no refuge, found anywhere in France,
Nowhere to run save forests, upon which he’s forced to take a chance,

And the Gallic peace; tranquility.

Scampering in shadows, with the hunter’s distance being closed,
Rodent Ambiorix, -little mouse, is paused and panting in repose,

And the Gallic peace; tranquility.

Frightened little mouse, run, yes run away,
Frightened little mouse you’ve come to rue that day,
For frightened little mouse, -Caesar’s on his way!

And the Gallic peace; tranquility.

And blood stained Franco flowers,

Treachery ruled that day,

Left with a mourning Caesar,

Germans lost their Nerve,

When Caesar wept for Cotta…

One feverishly feigned embrace
And struck with hand, dagger graced
Though the votive venial
It precipitated the coup de grace

Ignorant stood captivated,
Discourse evaporated
As conspirators followed suit
Silence serenaded the orchestrated,
Symphony of treachery accentuated by sovereignty's strikes, resolute

Although he knew the fate awaited
And pain he could not substitute
The fight he would not forsake, and so suffered mute
Until his soul was devastated by the visage venerated...
The coda extricated,
"Et tu, Brute?"

The things that threat me
Never seen, but my back
When they shall see
The face of Caesar
They
Are vanished