Et Tu Poem by Lea Kardov

Tomorrow, at sunrise, I shall no longer be here.
Unmentioned interruption of casual fear.
Those dagger wounds seek an ending with or without the flames.
Whisper it faintly or scream out the name.
Veni, vidi, vici and Zela weren't my only aim.
Descendant of Venus, my parents took the claim.
Cossutia and Cornelia didn't evoke the flame, while Nikomedes IV let it burn.
Vagabond Jupiter and dead ones brought me to fame.
It was never about you but the legacy I needed to aim for.