The End Of Love, The End Of Glory Poem by Agatha Eliza

the end of love; lovers' yearning lament
oh..how they'd love to bleed!
or end as Cleopatra, bitten by a serpent
with a final gesture, quick and valiant,
melodramatic, but yet so silent!
her soul tasted eternity for a moment,
as death unchained her from her torment..

lost love was the balm of poisoned night,
chaos became ruler of her heart,
as madness brought her bane and blight
and flowers plucked, bathed in light
Ophelia offered to the court!
a fatal day, her brittle silhouette
was found in the embrace of a brooklet.

in venice, two hearts could not beat apart
who would forget Romeo and Juliet?
they had to die, for families to regret,
to see results of a devastating hate.
they blamed fate! shams of misery!
there's a tragic end to any love story
for it's the end of love, the end of glory.