Sullen eye bulge from his yellow-spotted head,
scanning the room for beautiful prey.
Indulgences slip from his tongue;
A secret language all for her.
From her throat, a gurgling, a laugh,
And she has submitted to him.
She scorns her surroundings,
Covers her body with folded arms
And pretenses.
They sing a hollow tune alone,
And dance in nightmarish revlery.
What came of this kingdom,
So fashioned in opulence,
Purity dangling from the branches
In gold and dew?
What came of this beauty,
Man's pristine first-known prize,
The reckless, dove-skinned mother,
when she
First said adieu?
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