Her every facet stows madding fantasy
She is that mansion languishing into ruinous beauty
What she sanctions on a whim becomes my sacred duty
Her jewel-sister epistle readers seem to reflect, to my eagerness, the best
The worst of me is deflected
She is election manifest, her selection anoints
Austral her voice, she entices the scoundrel to wiser council
A gown fae-wound, decorated with eyes
Birds reach higher notes to signal her arrival
She reduces me to a goat
Her golden votives, about which the humblest mote would gloat
Are imagined unworthy as unsanctioned tabloid photos of boat
Suicides.
Alchemisland 
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