The hot lips of ambition, softly kiss your face,
Can this be right, it surely goes against the grain,
As she unrobes, you are disarmed; 
Your ardor and your lust, warmly welcome her charm,
Soft flesh, sensuous delight, as you grip palm to palm.
You care not who knows, your arrogance reigns supreme,
Your child she needs desperately, to fit her imperial     scheme,
Night after night, the dream like state continues;
But poor Agrippina cannot conceive.

Agrippina is spent and wasted, spurned from the family bed,
You’ve tasted forbidden love; Livilla and Drusilla now live   in dread,
Both are chained to fraternal lust, a successor you demand,
 A wan smile they wear, when they hear your nightly command.
Disgust and self-loathing, courses through their veins,
You treat them lower than concubines, while they lie in pain,
Livilla knows your madness and contemplates escape,
She clings to the story of Persephone, whom a bull did commit rape.
Drusilla you love dear and falsely conflate her with your wife, 
You abrogate Roman customs, people murmur this will end in strife,
Her bleeding now stops, although her heart still runs red,
The seed of your successor swells, while she is confined to her bed. 

The people are outraged, you defy natural law;
Incest can only but, destroy society’s sacred order,
Graffiti mocks and curses you, scrawled by the poor,
Your Guard can cut and beat them and slam the prison door.

The Gods are not amused, they must assert their act,
 A dark messenger descends, to break the ungodly pact,
 Drusilla takes a fever, she’s racked with sweat and pain,
 That night she expires, by Caligula’s madness slain.