A Cleopatra Suicide

Hes dead,
My husband,
Poisened by an apple,
Taken by a stake.

I write a letter to my people,
Telling them who shall rule

People of our kingdom,

I resign, I quit, I die.
And my daughter shall rise,
she is only 13,
young and foolish,
but strong and wise.
She WILL rule!
Or else my rath will flourish!
Treat her well,
or the dead will rise.
I have told you of what is done,
now I will tell you what I did.
I have slit my wrists,
Drowned myself,
Pounded my fists.
Forgive me,
For the dagger in my ribs.

Farewell and goodbye,
Your Queen Anine