her beauty was beyond compare
as men waged war in her name…
the mistress kings the
prostitute with wings.
her smile sent shivers down spine,
like drinking with parched throat an aged cooled wine.
goddess bringing forth doom upon all you who gaze,
urging you on to lie on your bed to laze.
she whose body brings forth pestilence,
without a single word bringing towns into silence.
lady of the lake,
bringing itches on her wake.
skins against an angry rake.
bringer of false hope, false cure, your health forsake.
angel with tattered wings,
the final requiem she sings.
on your resting place she stands
many a men she had a fling
