Cleopatra laid the tapestry
upon the pool room floor,
smiling with such ecstasy;
another opened door!
Stone by stone she built alone,
though Pharaoh she declined;
He watched, considered every stone,
while Egypt thought him blind.
And as she graced the precipice
of pleasure, prize, and pomp,
she showed him only avarice;
aware, willing to romp.
Now the capstone set in place
has sealed her in her tomb,
as if cast off by her own race;
stillborn, inside the womb.
Author notes
But I told her so....
A contest entry
- It's Not Okay to Smile. by Fosh.
350 points, ended July 5, 2008, 10 entries
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Comments
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O.o Creepy.... I liked the rhyme it seemed to make it flow smoother. Great write!
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Thanks very much.
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