Jewels dripped from her neck

and weighed down her hands

like shackles.

She put on a smile but

I saw the malice in her eyes

I had known her too long-distance as her brother.

I sank back, away from her crowd,

and gasped as I was ambushed

from behind.

As my life slipped away

I cursed Cleopatra
for I did not think

she was ruthless.


I find her there sleeping,

clasp her hand and start weeping.

Her jewellery crooked,

her grand robe crumpled.

Eyes glazed in terror,

as she used whatever

to escape the horror of a captive hell.


The asp lay dead,

lying on her breast,

as dignified Cleopatra

was now at rest.


By Anusha

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