1 A trumpet sounds and curtains part
2 A royal figure is laid out upon satin sheets
3 She is voluptuous and tan with an air of superiority
4 Her eyes are like clouded jewels that reflect a stormy desert sky
5 Her hair flows like an infant stream, carrying the purest of brown hue
6 To see her lips is like tasting a crisp ripened peach
7 She is adorned with jewelery that falls across her body
8 And while they are more costly than the finest treasures of Solomon,
9 Her finery does no justice to the perfection of her physique
10 Her beauty blazes bright from a pyre beneath her skin
11 Her words echo throughout the gilded halls and into the ears of a thousand slaves
12 Each one is quick to do her bidding and struggles to look upon her
13 No man could ever hope to comprehend her
14 No artisan could ever hope to capture her
15 No army could ever hope to destroy her
16 She is beauty itself and holds all at attention
17 Her bidding is impossible for mortals to refuse
18 Yet her way is destruction and she speaks only lies
19 Yet her words are like daggers and she always sleeps alone
20 Yet her beauty is a guillotine and her fragrance a snare
21 Yet her path leads to loneliness, bitterness, and hate
22 She lives without life and dreams without sleep
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