Cleo kind of inspired this - at least my dream about her and Mark Antony triggered it off. Somehow that scene was somewhat ironical, though it really did happen in true life.
About my super class wannabe controller-cum-robot-sorceress, whom my friends and I nicknamed 'oil'. Though I hope she hasn't noticed the Seven Deadly Sins yet...
I didn't plan to write this poem, I started off writing the last verse, then the rest...just came? Blame it on the exams...