In ancient Rome's illustrious days of old,

A voice emerged, both powerful and bold.

Cicero, the orator of eloquent grace,
With words that danced and left a lasting trace.

A senator, a consul, he did rise,

His speeches soared, reaching the skies.
In the Senate's hallowed hall, he stood,
Defending justice, as only he could.

But as time's river flowed relentlessly,

Came a fateful twist, a tragedy.
The winds of change, they whispered grim,
And shadows fell where light had been.

On that somber day, a cruel decree,

The end drew near, no way to flee.
Cicero, the voice of reason and thought,
Was silenced by those his words had sought.

The scrolls of his speeches may fade away,

Yet Cicero's spirit continues to sway.
His ideas, like stars, forever shall gleam,
Guiding minds through life's intricate scheme.

Though death may claim what's physical and known,

Cicero's legacy has firmly grown.
In history's embrace, his name resides,
A beacon of wisdom that time abides.

In ancient Rome's illustrious days of old,

A voice emerged, both powerful and bold.
Cicero, the orator of eloquent grace,
With words that danced and left a lasting trace.

A senator, a consul, he did rise,

His speeches soared, reaching the skies.
In the Senate's hallowed hall, he stood,
Defending justice, as only he could.

But as time's river flowed relentlessly,

Came a fateful twist, a tragedy.
The winds of change, they whispered grim,
And shadows fell where light had been.

On that somber day, a cruel decree,

The end drew near, no way to flee.
Cicero, the voice of reason and thought,
Was silenced by those his words had sought.

The scrolls of his speeches may fade away,

Yet Cicero's spirit continues to sway.
His ideas, like stars, forever shall gleam,
Guiding minds through life's intricate scheme.

Though death may claim what's physical and known,

Cicero's legacy has firmly grown.
In history's embrace, his name resides,
A beacon of wisdom that time abides.
In ancient Rome's illustrious days of old,
A voice emerged, both powerful and bold.
Cicero, the orator of eloquent grace,
With words that danced and left a lasting trace.

A senator, a consul, he did rise,

His speeches soared, reaching the skies.
In the Senate's hallowed hall, he stood,
Defending justice, as only he could.

But as time's river flowed relentlessly,

Came a fateful twist, a tragedy.
The winds of change, they whispered grim,
And shadows fell where light had been.

On that somber day, a cruel decree,

The end drew near, no way to flee.
Cicero, the voice of reason and thought,
Was silenced by those his words had sought.

The scrolls of his speeches may fade away,

Yet Cicero's spirit continues to sway.
His ideas, like stars, forever shall gleam,
Guiding minds through life's intricate scheme.

Though death may claim what's physical and known,

Cicero's legacy has firmly grown.
In history's embrace, his name resides,
A beacon of wisdom that time abides.

In ancient Rome's illustrious days of old,

A voice emerged, both powerful and bold.
Cicero, the orator of eloquent grace,
With words that danced and left a lasting trace.

A senator, a consul, he did rise,

His speeches soared, reaching the skies.
In the Senate's hallowed hall, he stood,
Defending justice, as only he could.

But as time's river flowed relentlessly,

Came a fateful twist, a tragedy.
The winds of change, they whispered grim,
And shadows fell where light had been.

On that somber day, a cruel decree,

The end drew near, no way to flee.
Cicero, the voice of reason and thought,
Was silenced by those his words had sought.

The scrolls of his speeches may fade away,

Yet Cicero's spirit continues to sway.
His ideas, like stars, forever shall gleam,
Guiding minds through life's intricate scheme.

Though death may claim what's physical and known,

Cicero's legacy has firmly grown.
In history's embrace, his name resides,
A beacon of wisdom that time abides.

In ancient Rome's illustrious days of old,

A voice emerged, both powerful and bold.
Cicero, the orator of eloquent grace,
With words that danced and left a lasting trace.

A senator, a consul, he did rise,

His speeches soared, reaching the skies.
In the Senate's hallowed hall, he stood,
Defending justice, as only he could.

But as time's river flowed relentlessly,

Came a fateful twist, a tragedy.
The winds of change, they whispered grim,
And shadows fell where light had been.

On that somber day, a cruel decree,

The end drew near, no way to flee.
Cicero, the voice of reason and thought,
Was silenced by those his words had sought.

The scrolls of his speeches may fade away,

Yet Cicero's spirit continues to sway.
His ideas, like stars, forever shall gleam,
Guiding minds through life's intricate scheme.

Though death may claim what's physical and known,

Cicero's legacy has firmly grown.
In history's embrace, his name resides,
A beacon of wisdom that time abides.

In ancient Rome's illustrious days of old,

A voice emerged, both powerful and bold.
Cicero, the orator of eloquent grace,
With words that danced and left a lasting trace.

A senator, a consul, he did rise,

His speeches soared, reaching the skies.
In the Senate's hallowed hall, he stood,
Defending justice, as only he could.

But as time's river flowed relentlessly,

Came a fateful twist, a tragedy.
The winds of change, they whispered grim,
And shadows fell where light had been.

On that somber day, a cruel decree,

The end drew near, no way to flee.
Cicero, the voice of reason and thought,
Was silenced by those his words had sought.

The scrolls of his speeches may fade away,

Yet Cicero's spirit continues to sway.
His ideas, like stars, forever shall gleam,
Guiding minds through life's intricate scheme.

Though death may claim what's physical and known,

Cicero's legacy has firmly grown.
In history's embrace, his name resides,
A beacon of wisdom that time abides.

In ancient Rome's illustrious days of old,

A voice emerged, both powerful and bold.
Cicero, the orator of eloquent grace,
With words that danced and left a lasting trace.

A senator, a consul, he did rise,

His speeches soared, reaching the skies.
In the Senate's hallowed hall, he stood,
Defending justice, as only he could.

But as time's river flowed relentlessly,

Came a fateful twist, a tragedy.
The winds of change, they whispered grim,
And shadows fell where light had been.

On that somber day, a cruel decree,

The end drew near, no way to flee.
Cicero, the voice of reason and thought,
Was silenced by those his words had sought.

The scrolls of his speeches may fade away,

Yet Cicero's spirit continues to sway.
His ideas, like stars, forever shall gleam,
Guiding minds through life's intricate scheme.

Though death may claim what's physical and known,

Cicero's legacy has firmly grown.
In history's embrace, his name resides,
A beacon of wisdom that time abides.