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Adroit like serpent coils upon the floor,
she coils in air, blue splendid lit and waves,
datura flow in mind, her dance implores,
her vision passed and on your thoughts she stays.
Upon her altar sacrificial calls,
her face, her scent, will challenge and indulge,
decisively manipulates her roles,
her blurry pass, where fates her scopes divulge.
Instinctive ancient dance, the crowd accourts
she flows in veins, blue aconite domain,
no fate will be as sweet or more distinct,
as thousand lengths to feel of brunette mane.
Her finger cymbals rings, Judith of Laws,
(so splendid is her bedleh and shalwars,)
attacks in air like desert hawk that claws,
betrayed of minds her apathy ignores.
She dances, and her jingling cymbals ring
incursion of a deathly whiff and rye.
monotonous of Dervish siege she'll sing,
'bout victims of her charm, eager to die.
( The Deuterocanonical book states,
in sleep Holofernes was killed by blade,
remorseless end her ancestress dictates,
for his Assyrian colony should fade. )
Bequeath from then, alluring raid of scents,
hypnotic - oriental dance to thrill,
her aural serpent-lithe performing blends,
dark sightly Siren weighs her glance to kill.
© G.V. 02-07-2013