It found Caesar's self to be ill staffed
As in final 'et tu, Brute.'
The ides of March blew its deadly draft
Of life's bitterness he downed a draught
Though not in him to pray
Of his legacy his influences are graft
In authors works of today
The ides of March blew its deadly draft
For the pursuit of his timeless craft
The markets did betray
Taking the soul of Howard Lovecraft
Abdul Alhazred is said to have laughed
Dying in hunger and cancerous decay
The ides of March blew its deadly draft
Stealing the soul of Howard Lovecraft
Kevin Vorshak wrote this villanelle for the occasion of the Ides of March, which also happens to be the day H.P. Lovecraft died, March 15, 1937.
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