leep 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.