For Prizm

the countenance of her is like the rain
that falls upon the soiled face of doom
and spares not victims from the wiley cane
however sweetens welted flesh's bloom

the breasts of her like bosom of the cat
not to incite the heaviness of greed
but just enough that femaleness stand pat
and lift most noble codpiece wind on reed

and yet this gentle one sees not as we
the whys of this we cannot wonder in
for secrets kept within the crown we see
just may not happen in the one that be

so what is left to do but understand
that weeds can grow upon most fertile land

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Niki Lasher (a.k.a. Nubianne Kthulah Black)
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