To Catiline Poem by Erin Bryce

Who'd have thought the day would come?
Every man's worst fear come to life
The light at the end, this life is done
The supposed end to all our strife

My life is far from over though I walk naught with earthly feet
My body is long since departed, as a spirit I live on
I beg of Aaron burr his forgiveness and this servility is bittersweet
For the unspeakable atrocities to him I have done

To my dearest wife Eliza
I truly am sorry my dear
You've no idea how close I hold you—
My body be far, but my soul be near

Aaron Burr my mortal foe is really not as he seems
His unforgiving egotism was naught but a normal man's dreams