THE NIGHT OF HEAVEN
THE NIGHT OF HEAVEN
It was a bright noonday
Upon the market place,
Yet we could hear the hooting
And shrieking of disgrace.
There was the brave Cicero
To construe the portentous acts,
When a monstrous step to be taken
To which the mother nature reacts.
Casca did fear,
Of the disturbed sky,
The faults weren't forgotten
The requests were a lie.
Through the dusty winds
A Roman was spotted, little did the people know
A plan was to be plotted.
It was a pleasing night
To all the honest men,
Yet the lion of Roam
Was still in its den.
The heaven's menace
Showed the Earth full of faults,
And the cruel deeds
Shall be brought to a halt.
The brave Roman
Bar'd his bosom,
In the perilous night
Where flowers didn't blossom.
The demons arose
Heaven was tempted,
It was the part of men
Where fear was attempted.
When the mighty gods
By tokens send,
Such dreadful heralds
Had to come to an end.
These dreadful nights
The thundering weren't common,
For those sparks of life
In every heart of a Roman.
These gliding ghosts
All these fires,
The nature wasn't
In it's pleasant attire.
'Why all these things change from their ordinance?' they wonder,
That night they cried
And frightened the thunder.
The heaven had filled them
With spirits of warnings,
Unto the monstrous state
Led the humanity mourning.