Cleopatra

O how a weak heart trembles.
As second thought assembles.
Come slither forth, sharply sting,
Eagerly I await thine spring.
 
Stifle this burden which beats,
Infused with amorous defeats.
Thine strike a bittersweet cure,
Hastening death's allure.
 
A chaste kiss on riveting lips,
O serpentine orifice as venom drips.
Tender be thine prickled scorn,
Which expiry hath forsworn.
 
Cold tis the bitter truth,
Forsaken by eternal youth.
Betrayal filched a lover's heart,
Bestowing a treacherous dart.
 
Thine eyes of bejeweled gem,
Benevolence twixt apathy stem.
Forked art promises purpose
Fatal poison so arose.
 
Caressing scaly flesh appeases,
Unfounded trepidation eases.
Terry not thine lethal retribution,
I seek no deity's absolution.