To swift destruction....
Still one chance remains
Where my disbanded legions fill the plains
Of Egypt. A bare chance. If that fails too,
Why, “Here lies Cnæus Pompey, called the Great,
He fought for the Republic, loved his wife,
And climbed the ladder of swords that men call Life.”
Stretching straight from the viewless Pit,
To the skies that are shamed because of it,
Lit with a blue and hungry fire,