'Enchantress' by Somov
Upon a harlequin floored stage
a ghostly figure rises amidst vapors
or perhaps it's my dulled imagination
after sipping hot Hibiscus tea ~
No starry starry night
only darkness foreshadows
the ball of masquerades
Cloaked in gown of sanguine velvet,
an enchantress lifts her veil
a diaphanous disguise for her eyes
that wish to see a lady fair ~
"Mirror, mirror," she seeks reassurance
from the looking glass she holds dear
Expecting to hear her feminine allure
would tempt both man and beast ~
those who would drool and feast
upon her tasty flesh ~
hers not virginally pure
No voice does she intercept
as she embraces the ornate silver frame
but a glimpse fills her with fear ~
for in horrors of hell
she sees her body on fire
What folly has Somov brushed
painting strokes of her in such a scene
She was not cast in a tragedy
that's not what her script lines read
an enchantress' beauty lasts forever
But lo ~ the mirror is mysterious
does not hang from wall height ~
tis far too tall on this nefarious night
What cad is it who cleverly stands
behind the coddled courtesan's glass?
A praying mantis or jealous ingenue
who wants her chance to play the part
of the engaging enchantress
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