The Merchant's Lady Ii
We know not of that Woman,
though ‘tis known that for years
she has begged for death.
what marred such a creature?
unsought furtherance,
everlasting atrocity,
or a centaur,
agog martyrs and honor,
‘tis certain that,
once the castles are built,
their emperors,
though drunk on sex,
and branded by adulation,
shall ascend.
but does fame bespeak
an eternity of pandemonium?
Perchance.
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