Cleopatra; she who will not wed, but
Wet the bed's of kings, and blaze on them
At dawn, evil herodias she whose cup is
Filled with the blo od of the
Innocent, yet.......pathetic memory... lastly you wrote
they were all dark days with no red dawn,
But hope is a home, memory is love, yet....superbly written with optimistic mood
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Cleopatra; she who will not wed, but Wet the bed's of kings, and blaze on them At dawn, evil herodias she whose cup is Filled with the blo od of the Innocent, yet.......pathetic memory... lastly you wrote they were all dark days with no red dawn, But hope is a home, memory is love, yet....superbly written with optimistic mood