I've seen her in my dreams of late
the maskin' one -eye
All goddess's jealous, castin' spells
ain't workin' in Bermuda,
where-ever that is, losin' control
missin' the keyhole.
Thrifting through stores
attracted to it
for the petty coins tells
a story of its own.
Two shoo dog's guardin the princess
in the white pyramid -
needin' a medaljon and a scepter
all cherry blossom,
sensual, dancin' with medusas gaze
an'ath walkin' on broken glass
Sorting through trash
Attached to it
amethysts as flowers
for a crown made.
She's got nothin' to hide, pearly gates
and silver chains interlocked,
Three-coin flippin' one under the arch,
belly-dancer in the dark
Better to watch her beauty in a mirror,
than be turned to stone.
Spells are deflected
serpent locks
are turned into hair
escapes cavity. .
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