Her sadness is long but will not stain her dark
beauty. For her loveliness comes from a deep stead where the pain will not
tinge. Her past has left scares more numerous than the scientists’ resurrection
but she manages to turn them to mellow and gentle flowers adding to her grace.
Her dark and bright eyes make the moon herself too shy to radiate.
Yet her great poverty is seen only by those allowed
inside her endless quiet. Ever the respite for those in need, she cradles her
desire for a different time. This is done oft to her detriment for the kind
heart can attract the lying tongue. Silently she suffers the unyielding pangs
of guilt.
Her strength and bravery come from millennium of
exertion by ancestors who moved history. Fearlessness passes through her veins
feeding her spirit and authority in one enduring stream. She is owner of a
shrine of truth many foes have discharged slings and arrows of hate to her berth.
But a beauty remains that no vice shall mar.
-Johnny V.
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