The Rubicon - A Poem

Once crossed, there can be
No return.
Not for us. Not for any.
Feet fall on way worn stones,
Laid by fathers come before.

They may jeer, insults ripe
Grapes on elder tongues.
They may cheer, grinning teeth
Knives in the dark.
Villains and saviours, we cross.

The way is set.
There can be no return.
The Rubicon fades,
A ribbon of thought,
Behind.