Cleopatra

Cleopatra                                                November 15, 2005

The sands of time have come and passed,

But the memories of you remain.

You were a lover of rulers, of men of fortune,

And you ruled your land in seductive harmony.

Cleopatra, you're no longer here with us,

But that doesn't mean we don't love you the same.

All we did was simply open up our hearts,

And history's lover entered our souls.

You were so dogged, so headstrong. too,

In your pursuit of love, glory and happiness.

Caesar was a good romp, but merely a means to an end,

One well worth for you to be rolled into a carpet.

Marc Antony thought you were a real trick

Until he saw you on the boat in Tarsus,

And you set him for a fall, alright,

A fall right into love.

But unfortunately, time rolls right along

Across days and nights, weeks, months,

And the calendars come and they go into the trash.

Tragedy struck you, dear Cleopatra,

When you thought good ol' boy Marc was dead.

Two men down, facing "the march" down a street in Rome.

And Cleopatra, you couldn't face the fact

That your loves were, in fact, perished,

And so you ordered a vase of figs,

Two pricks, apparently all it took,

Was it an asp or no?

Octavian's boys found you dead,

Perhaps he thought, "No guts, nor glory."

And so...

Cleopatra, you died, regardless of infamy.

You left a silhouette for us to worship.

You made us a history to read

So we may learn what it means to love.