From your Roman Empire, to my Ancient Egypt... from your eyes and their cool fire, to the curses falling down my lips
Up from your northern skies, out of my vast desert's hottest sand In from your colosseum's light, down to my catacombs' earth and land
Their cowardly call for battles and war is our romance's answer to serenity They only dare to fight us from afar, my name haunts them for all eternity
Let them come if they wish and dare As we inspire the world's greatest love stories I'll let my kingdom come, all rich and bare But they will never go down in history
A poem I wrote to commemorate my Cleopatra halloween costume this year and its memories 🎃