Death of a Queen

I don't really comprehend what's going on
As I watch my queen hold her love as he dies
A sight that sends chills to the very bone
I look to my queen for answers my eyes filled with a thousand whys.

You look at me with tears in your eyes and a solemn face
The look on your face tells me our future
Nothing said between us as I know there is no escape from this place
I know from this place we must somehow deter.

From the look on your face, you have come to the same conclusion as me
We know we must escape the wrath of Octavian
There has to be some way to escape that, see
If we are caught we will be dragged through the streets of Rome, looking weak in the eyes of all that inhabit the region.

My queen says,"I will die like a true Egyptian with pride the Egyptian way."
We dress in our most expensive very best
We must look our best for the Gods without delay
We are about to embark on a long journey to a place we can finally rest.

I sneak the asp in using a basket of figs, see
You hold the asp letting him strike your breast
I am your hand maiden, I will follow you even in death to serve you as it was meant to be
Cleopatra, the queen far better known than the rest.