Fire In Egypt

Born where the river writes history in silt

Gold in her cradle, prophecy in her milk

Stone learned her name before men did

Seven tongues sharp, empire-hid

Crown was a burden, heavy and slow

Every throne a trap she learned to know

Strings whisper low, then answer again

Wood and wire speaking where words end

I am the serpent, I am the crown

Kiss of the Nile, never bowing down

Rome wanted a queen who’d kneel and bleed

They met a myth they couldn’t read

Caesar crossed water, thought he crossed fate

She crossed his mind, sealed Rome’s gate

Linen unrolled, the lie laid bare

Power arrives without a prayer

A son with the sun in his royal name

Empires fear heirs they cannot chain

Plucked strings circle, rise and fall

A question asked, an answer called

Men write laws, gods watch in stone

Queens carve time with blood and bone

Nile still whispers my name at night

Gold trembles soft in candlelight

Rome fell loud, I fell clean

Remember me—

as queen

I am the serpent, I am the crown

History kneels when I lay it down

They’ll tell it like I lost the war

But legends pass through a different door

When the asp sings, hear freedom speak

A queen does not kneel to the weak