I don't really comprehend what's going on
As I watch my queen hold her love as he dies
A sight that sends chills to the very bone
I look to my queen for answers my eyes 
filled with a thousand whys.

You look at me with tears in your eyes 
and a solemn face. The look on your face 
tells me our future. Nothing said between us 
as I know there is no escape from this place
I know from this place we must somehow deter.

From the look on your face, you have come 
to the same conclusion as me. We know we must 
escape the wrath of Octavian. There has to be 
some way to escape that, see if we are caught 
we will be dragged through the streets of Rome, 
looking weak in the eyes of all that inhabit the region.

My queen says, "I will die like a true Egyptian 
with pride the Egyptian way." We dress in our 
most expensive very best. We must look our best 
for the Gods without delay. We are about to embark 
on a long journey to a place we can finally rest.

I sneak the asp in using a basket of figs, see
You hold the asp letting him strike your breast
I am your hand maiden, I will follow you even 
in death to serve you as it was meant to be
Cleopatra, the queen far better known than the rest.

The Dark Side of Lanaia Lee