The Emperor’s Mistress

Two pairs of ruby silk down from her chest

Rose gold chokers and sparkling hoops, be impressed

Crystallized poison from her luscious milk

She’s little good at her game, laughing does the bilk

Fined white powder from her moon crescentic shell

Looking at the mirror, her scarlet lips can tell

Arrogance and beauty, the mistress was born ready

Bow down her peasants, for the respect of century

 

People start wandering, whispering who is she

She can’t tell her secrets, but she has an unlikeable identity

She’s a leech, a snake and a powerful witch

She’s a woman of her own, that no one can beseech

 

Charming and gorgeous, every man’s blood will be risen

She has an ace of hearts, as magnanimous as the heaven

Bloody art of the town as the philosophers describe her

What a joke, she laughed for she thinks she’s a soldier

 

She’s maybe affiliated with a man, the royal and the noble

She looks like a lady of tavern, serving the man who gamble

She’s maybe the woman, that cloaked by the man’s terror

But be ready to step down, because she won’t serve the emperor.