Alea Jacta

My sight is a blurred skyline The blue stream its head inclines Doubt's river-like Made with cold blood My will's the dyke That stops the flood When anguish grows It overflows so slow When I have just done my best I say: Alea jacta est I've made up my mind With my troops behind The eagles are shadowing the west! I see the river And know I have to cross Waters carries past with them Never coming back yet A bitter stone like round distress Suddenly I take and toss Gushes flow with scum light red Omen of a fast end When I have just done my best I say: Alea jacta est I've made up my mind With my troops behind The eagles are shadowing the west! Doubt! After reflecting I shout: Eagles of the war, march on! Water hasn't got return when it is gone