An omen read of blood to be shed -
A smiting foretold, a sooth that was said;
A wife that awakes with a shriek, and a scream
At the horrors portrayed in a harrowing dream...

A shroud descends, an augur portends
Some gloom, and some doom: a tomb at the end...
And the signs that foretell inescapable fate -
Not the hour on the dial, but a month, and a date...

Yet your ego protests there's no cause for alarm,
Though you ought to suspect more than few wish you harm;
And your hubris insists that you came, and you saw,
And you conquered by wits, or by sword, or the law...

You'd conquered Gaul, ensuring your reign -
Its riches in haul, the enemy slain;
And the gods, they were pleased - for what else could they be?
Ev'rything you achieve is divinely decreed...

Though the augurs of March cast your fate on the Ides,
You are Caesar of Rome, so you take it in stride;
Though today's the Fifteenth, the third month of the year,
You feel no need to hide, you see nothing to fear...

Enter the hall, despite all advice -
For what could befall a man among mice?
Though the Senators envy your favor and fame,
They are drawn to your aura like moths to a flame...

Thus, you don't blink an eye when they hover so near,
Seeking pearls of the wisdom you lend to their ears...
Hence, it comes as a shock when the edge of a blade
Leaves your swagger subdued, and your hubris betrayed...

One strike, then two - a third, and a fourth -
As daggers de-lume the Star of the North...

You saw and conquered soon as you came,
But now the winner's losing the game:
They envied your fame... extinguished your flame...
Your ego's been tamed, manhandled and maimed -
A victim of assault... but who is at fault?
Yeah, Caesar's his name

You saw and conquered soon as you came;
But hubris was wrong, and cost you the game...

First one strike, and then two - and a third, and a fourth -
As their daggers de-lume the great Star of the North...
Struck by Decimus, Gaius, and yes, Brutus too -
Sixty traitors in all, so: much more than a few...

When the augurs of March cast your fate on the Ides,
Though you're Caesar of Rome, cast your ego aside...
Lest you tempt the Fifteenth to bring halt to your life,
Heed the omens and dreams - most of all, heed your wife!