Fatale monstrum,
his propaganda robbed me of humanity,
they called me whore,
depraved without morality,
yet my only lovers were Caesar, Antony and my country.
They called me ruthless,
yet the nursery taught me politics is a rough trade,
that to wear the double crown,
to sit upon the golden Horus throne required fratricide,
homicide,
required me to survive.
I was a ruler, mother,
as well as starstruck lover,
Isis returned to the two lands to lead them to glory,
Yet the victor has hidden this story.
