Mirabel
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Within the Crescent City,
an exotic beauty dwells.
Amid spires and temple domes,
finds the Priestess, Mirabel.
Her hair the color of Raven wings,
almond eyes a sultry brown.
She bears the kiss of Destiny,
upon her face and brow.
Upon the day of her birth,
a beauty mark, small and pink,
At the corner of her eye,
as a flower bud, drawn in ink.
Mirabel had a vision,
at the tender age of fifteen.
After which an open flower,
now, beside her eye was seen.
When Pah-Ja-Rem, the ruler
of Crescent City, heard of Mirabel,
he knew that her visions,
would serve him, very well.
Placed within the Palace strong,
when Mirabel came of age.
Dressed in silks and draped in jewels,
a bird in a gilded cage.
As her visions came to pass,
the flowers bloomed upon her cheek.
They trail upon here shoulders,
on her hips down to her feet.
No longer does the gilding chafe,
Mirabel knows the power visions wield.
For now Mirabel, pulls the strings,
a puppet rulers fate is sealed.
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Written by Paula Swanson
For the contest: Tell Her Story
Placement: 1st
Copyright © Paula Swanson | Year Posted 2011
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