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Evil.

In place secluded from the skies
A silent woman with strange eyes
Hiddenly waiting sits alone
Upon a royal-massive throne
Of smoothly polished malachite;
An emeraldine curious light
Fills all the place and through its chill
Sapphired pale glow, arrested still,
Unpalpitant as heart of death,
I watch her soft-drawn patient breath...
I will go creeping softly in
Her eyes are promises of sin.