Her beauty, on its own, could bring rulers down off their golden thrones.
But, mingled with her cold deceit, she tempts revolutionaries to deliver the heads of emperors on silver slavers.
She long ago mastered the ability to isolate her defenders to wage her private wars.
Her voice is as temperate whispers of silk lifted from the dress-maker's pulpit.
Shield against her charm, for her soul is ice and incapable of giving credence to true devotion.
Stand prudent, her tears are not trustworthy, but merely calculated weapons to harmonize the order of battles.
-Johnny V.
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