A Queen: men abandoned wives and empires, sacrificing strength to crocodile tears. A Pharaoh: she lies next to rich fabrics, sun-drenched ornaments, the wealth accrued from fertile flood-plains. A Legend: her acts are epics already, and always.
But her charm fades like the dog-star as the parching sun rises. Her golden skin is lined now by passions and fears. A serpent wrought in gold twists about her wrist. Dark asps entwine her arm and coil over her heart, having given their venomous kiss.