I snatched the asp away from Empress Cleopatra's breast,

her sighing bade me let it be - she craved eternal rest;

on Heaven's mystic chariot, I showed her things to come,

a scarab bit me on the neck, my future blurred and numb.

As Seth harangued my dignity, I saw Diana smile,

baptized again as lotus drifted down the Mother Nile;

four horsemen brought me tidings of a rising in the East,

I took it as a sign from Ra and killed the fatted beast.

I fought them in the desert in the sting of winter winds,

and sacrificed my dearest goat, atonement for my sins,

but Anubis was lurking, and my horse fell with a sigh,

I faced a hundred heathens, and was far too proud to fly.

A figure then appeared upon my right, and faced the foe,

another on my left, who wielded Satet's deadly bow,

I thanked my lunar goddess, and with prayers of guidance said,

this phantom trio set about to turn Sahara red.

My sword was like a living thing, it danced a jig of death,

as arrows fell, the heathens felt defeat on breeze's breath,

I smelled the stench of Victory, and flailed them with a will,

a hundred heartbeats later and the battleground was still.

I turned to thank my colleagues, but they'd melted into sand,

my sword glowed with the killing rage, I dropped it from my hand,

then tried to find the Delta, but the Gods deserted me,

a winner in the wasteland, now a part of history.

Oh, Isis, how I wept before I died, a broken man,

as nightfall came down on me, I saw Pharaoh's master plan,

to send me to a hero's death - so he could rule alone,

beside his Cleopatra Queen, on Egypt's golden throne.