"I'm still alive!"
The Island of Shadows
Gaius is 19 years old and is on the island of Capri under the supervision of Emperor Tiberius. He endures, withdraws into himself, learns to suppress emotions and feelings. However, secretly he dreams of the day when he ascends to the throne.
At nineteen springs, on Capri's shore,
Where whispers weave through lore of yore,
A boy becomes a man, yet lost,
In courts of marble, at such a cost.The sea below, a sapphire dream,
Reflects the stars’ eternal gleam.
Yet in his heart, a tempest swirls,
A crown of thorns for golden curls.The old man watches, cunning, cold,
A web of power in hands so bold.
“Observe,” he says, “how empires fall,
And learn the weight of bearing all.”Through winding halls of guilt and fear,
The echoes speak, yet none are clear.
Is it the gods, or just the wind,
That tempts the soul to sin within?On cliffs he stands, the world below,
A future bright, yet shrouded so.
Gaius dreams of a freer Rome,
A throne of light, not blood and stone.But shadows linger, a haunting plight,
As Capri hides both day and night.
And in the heart of the youthful heir,
A spark ignites—a flame so rare.
The Flame of Rome
Gaius is 24 years old, he ascends the throne and becomes Caesar of Rome. The people rejoice, meeting the son of their beloved Germanicus. Gaius organizes grand celebrations and gives out generous gifts.
At twenty-four, the crown he claims,
The weight of Rome, the endless flames.
With emerald eyes and steady hand,
He steps to lead a mighty land.The Senate bows, the people cheer,
A new dawn breaks, the path unclear.
Yet in his heart, a fire burns strong,
To right the wrongs, to end the song—The song of fear, of whispered lies,
Of shadows lurking in disguise.
He dreams of peace, yet feels the strain,
Of ruling where ambition reigns.The laurel heavy, the burden vast,
To reconcile Rome's fractured past.
But still, he stands, with noble grace,
Determined to lift his people's face.With every step, the Forum hums,
The sound of hope, of what’s to come.
For though the path is steep and wide,
The rising sun walks by his side.
The Star That Shines Alone
( Main Verse )
Gaius is 27 years old. He has survived an illness that left him near death. He has survived the death of his beloved sister. He has survived a conspiracy orchestrated by his remaining two sisters and people he trusted. He has begun to actively take action to become an absolute monarch.
At twenty-seven, the trials weigh,
The golden throne a fragile stay.
From sickness’ grip, he rose anew,
Yet shadows deep around him grew.Drusilla gone, his heart now bare,
Her laughter lost, her tender care.
The sisters’ plots, a bitter sting,
Betrayal cuts sharper than any king.With heavy hand, he casts them far,
Exiled beneath a lonely star.
The bond once pure, now torn and frayed,
By trust betrayed and schemes they made.The palace cold, the halls now still,
An emperor bends to fate’s cruel will.
Yet through the pain, his spirit burns,
For Rome demands, and he returns.No tears to shed, no time for grief,
A ruler’s life is stark and brief.
Though hearts may break and loved ones stray,
The crown endures another day.
The Eternal Monarch
( God AU)
Gaius is 28 years old. The cry "I am still alive!" escapes his lips before he is silenced forever. He dies at the hands of the Praetorian Guard and ascends to Olympus. Caesar is now immortal.
Time may pass, and empires fall to dust,
Yet Caligula’s name defies decay and rust.
Through marble ruins and the ages’ toll,
His legend lingers, bold and whole.The tongues of foes once wove deceit,
With poisoned ink and lies replete.
But truth, like Rome, endures the storm,
Revealing more than myths deform.In emerald eyes, the spark of might,
A ruler born to claim the night.
With fire and grace, he carved his way,
Through shadows cast by history’s sway.No chains of slander can his spirit bind,
A sovereign of the heart, the bold, the kind.
He bore the laurel, heavy and grand,
To lead with courage, to heal the land.Through triumphs vast and struggles grim,
A restless fire burned within him.
For though his path was steep and wide,
He stood with Rome, his sacred pride.And so his tale, like Rome’s eternal fire,
Inspires us to dream and reach much higher.
For in the hearts of those who dare to see,
Gaius reigns, forever free.