[center][b][u]Augustian Prophecy[/u][/b]

In my dreams I have seen the next to be,
His glory brighter than the battles fought
Under the greatest name in history;
Yet his might is not by sword, but his thought
Of a Roman wilderness held secure
Through the watchful eye, of a strong empire.
In his reign peace shall rain ever so pure,
Founded on my bleeding name; crimson fire
Stabbed out upon stones of the senate floor
Etched red with title he shall soon command
To quell a rising tide, a traitor's war; 
Silenced with the wave of a "tyrant's" hand.
In death I will smile at any fool
Unsuspecting, the man of August's rule.[/center]