Her fiery eyes glitter wildly in the firelight

and I sit watching her from the wooden box

on the floor. My fangs drip their venom

as they crave the fierce blood

that I can hear racing through her veins.


She knows that her home

has been taken from her, by the Romans

whom she loved so much

and I see on her face

the torment leaking from her broken heart.


She looks at me, determined.

She is empowered.

I feel her calloused palms against my neck

and her eyes reveal her desperate relief

and she presses my hungry mouth against her neck

and closes her eyes.

Cleopatra's Death

By Emma

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