So this night, I set stars heavy on my brow and paint my lips with ash a courting ritual, a lady’s rite —my warpaint is the lean of my hips, my sword, the word of gods in my mouth yea, I will rule thee like the sea of my birth and the snows of my forests, and you will think it is you who are king. my warpaint is the curve of my throat,my sword, the feather-touch of fingers do not think that I will hesitate to take what is divine right. the splendor, the agony, the death is mine.
Posted on: Mon, 19 Jan 2015 10:27:37 +0000
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