Cleopatra

The sands of time have come and have past,
But the memories of you still 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 all the same.
All we did was simply open up our hearts,
And history's ultimate lover entered our souls.

You were so dogged, so headstrong
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 calenders 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,
(Though some say you just couldn't face the inevitable),
And so you ordered a vase of figs...or did you?
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, irregardless 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.