Cleopatra Poem by G. Raymond Gavery

Sun's splendor orange ball spread
O're granite giants and tame vales
Wild wind's daring waft he rode
How mystic, oh fate; ireful dragon
By hero's ire hand slayed
Upon chariot fierce steeds
Thunder and spear soiled the field
Slain souls of victory sang
In smote rows of flesh and blood
As his blade through the palace rang
The sward she tamed with her lips
And arrow through heart deep
As she rose throne high
The queen veiled in black art
Of sweet caress and honey wine
And poison from a snake's heart