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[title] => The Mistress Fahren
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[bodytext] => The Mistress stood quietly at her window, A soft, frosty sigh had rushed from her Rain, as clear as crystal fell heavily outside, So, she was confined to the inside for the day Sadly she wont be able to flash her prized earrings She went and sat on her leather upholstered stool, Which was placed in front of her oak vanity The Mistress looked at her young reflection In her mind she knew she was lovely, & indeed she was And she smiled at herself for being blessed Fahren noticed her hair, was the color of crushed cranberries Her eyes are on otherworldly green, glowing like emeralds A face she had, so perfect, like is was sculpted by angels With a skin tone so slightly tanned Lastly, she has flawlessly shaped lips, like the shade of a red rose It was almost as Mother Nature had heard her sigh, And abruptly, the rain had stopped The sun emerged from its cloudy hiding place, It’s sizzling rays warming all that was wet The Mistress gathered herself to the window, and she silently celebrated At last! I do have time to show the high-class woman my earrings She rushed to her big wardrobe to contemplate on what to wear Out of her wide range of glamorous clothing, She did eventually come to a decision Fahren called in her handmaidens & they began to prepare her Now she looked prim & proper, Dressed in a scarlet, silk corset with a black draped sleeve shirt underneath She jumped into a flowing, loose jet-black skirt, And laced up her high-heeled brown boots A long stride took her out the door and she headed into town The deserted dirt road let all the way into the town There, her eyes landed on her favorite group of gossiping friends Oh! Fahren! Have I got something to tell you!! Exclaimed Chalice The biggest bit of secrets & scandals yet! Fahren though Chalice always knew what was happening, both seeing and hearing it Fahren tucked a lock of her hair behind her ear, It was then Chalice took great notice Fahren’s earrings, a swinging wonder of red garnets & golden topazes Those earrings possessed the shape of a pleasant cross A cross, bedecked with those handsome jewels Everyone just loved my earrings, They seemed to captivate & blind those with spite Fahren enjoyed being a woman of class, Class & everlasting beauty This is the Mistress Fahren [comments] => 1 [counter] => 166 [topic] => 55 [informant] => Crimson_Rose [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => dedicatedpoems )
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