Cleopatra
Sun’s splendor orange ball spread
O’re granite giants and tame vales
Wild wind’s daring waft he rode
How mystic, oh fate; ired dragon
By ired hero’s hand slayed
Upon chariot fierce steeds
Thunder and spear soiled the field
Slain souls of victory sang
In smote rows of flesh and blood
As his blade through palace rang
The sward she tamed with her lips
And arrow through heart deep
As she rose throne high
The queen veiled in black art
Of sweet caress and honey wine
And poison from the snake's heart
Copyright © G. Raymond Gavery | Year Posted 2019
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