Sleep well, thou noble prince of Rome
 And ponder not on thy defeat,
Charon waits to take you home
 Across foul waters of deceit.

Behold the dagger in thy hand
 Which pierced thy soul o'er beauty lost
And stole thy life from thy command
 Embraced by she who bore the cost.

Sleep well, my queen, for these shall pass
 Thy bleeding heart and serpent's sting;
Osiris waits at death's impasse
 To welcome back the love you bring.

Perhaps, again, someday you'll meet
 When gods unite and kingdoms fall,
But only then may love repeat
 And grace the greatest queen of all.