Her bend of nose like birds of prey
Her lips carved out of lust
Her mane the shape of setting sun
Her tresses dark as dusk.



Her secrets dwelled in wells of heart
Her eyes kept all to her.
Her smile a dancing enigma
Nor she could decipher

Entranced, enraptured came to her
All men of Blood and Might.
Hearts afire with a zeal
Desires burning bright.

The Bard could not in wildest dreams
Envision that his Muse
Would this day be robbed of pride
Her legend made recluse.

Veils of mystery now to yield
The Mistress of the Nile..
A single Fading Coin to make
Her legend stand on trial.
.
Yet, with every equinox
When beauty is conceived
A smile resplendent with intrigue
I hear Cleopatra breathe.