Cleopatra

The sky I see
so vast and blue,
though grey in tone
a midnight hue

Draws me forth
in tender grasp,
a coiling dance
like hallowed asp

Rising in the
sable veils,
to strike with bite
of pharaoh’s tales

And fall upon
the bed of gold
as royal queen
by mercy, cold

For each I would
swiftly become;
the vice & victim
bound in one

Cerulean skies
to rule the dusk,
as warmth innate
fades deep and lush