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The Sprigs And Spirit Of Sistine -16

I remember when Alexander of Macaedon
approached me in Siwa as a supplicant soldier, 
he was so young yet so wet with war blood
32 years old and the most powerful king on the planet, 
Alex entered my chamber unarmed and unassuming
he was rather like a boy unbruised by fear,
everything in the world was at his command
but there were questions that he alone could not conquer,
he did indeed ask me, about his family tree
whether he descended rightly, from godly seed,
I arose from my seer's seat
my silken green and gold gown
hugging my body thickly off the shoulders,
stepping down deftly to meet his rare eyes,
we stood face to face
like two fires fuelled by eachother's breaths,
I told him to give me his hand
to which he did
because he knew to trust me,
I unsheathed a tiny dagger
that I kept against my stomach
and sliced his fingertip remorselessly
we smiled at one another,
gripping his hand tightly
I brang his finger to my mouth
as the blood dribbled quickly down to both our hands,
the taste made me close my eyes
I was in instant ecstasy, 
I knew now what he thought he knew,
and I told him he was not the first nor the last
that another king shall come in the future
whom will complete the Holy Kingdom...


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Date: 9/23/2017 2:18:00 AM
The scene of the blood dripping was fascinating, and the ecstasy of the seer by his fortelling truth had me spellbound..."like two fires fuelled by eachother's breaths" awesome, suspensful lines! Always, Laura
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Justin Bordner
Date: 10/8/2017 6:55:00 PM
A rare moment in time, where the destiny of Mankind is revealed in the romance of blood bounty Poetess...the Libyan Sybil is simply exquisite is every sense of artistic sorcery, and I am very proud to have done her justice through my quill...J.A.B.