So bright one might
Think anointed king’s coins
Upon one’s lidded eyes foist;
The choiceless moon
Spoon hued, lullaby-voiced
Melted spatula silver
Her thrilling vernacular was live magic spectacular, delivered perfectly
Judged earnestly, with the quick and enviable courtesy of a Pericles.
Exaggerated, vernal, purple-saturated, speculum cold, and infernal
Always-told the tale she lived; nailed to the eternal.
Venal she turned phrase
Unfurled like brazen usurper’s banner
The way of the world as she demanded it
By the command of her glamours.
Alchemisland 
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