Silent whisper, bold talks, were everywhere

When I entered this land of yours

Ten maidens undressed me on the threshold

Purified me with two petals tantalizingly warm

Rubbing on mountains and valleys alike

“You’re rare, you belong here on your thrown”

A spout that served dream wine emerged and

I drank; yearned for more and more

Mystified, I was ready to be taken

Amidst smiles and grimaces and sighs alike

The next day the throne, my home, was

Conquered by petros, cursed to bury alive

Delights the night brought to its altar 


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