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LIESL

Bill Tope

She had a pale, sculpted face,
    Delicate as a China cup;
With raven black hair
    That fell to her waist;
And a willowy, lissome form,
    Sheathed in gossamer;
She might have been called Aphrodite
    Or Hippolyta, perhaps an Egyptian Goddess;
It was as though she had been formed
    At Vulcan’s forge,
Composed of precious metals
    And the most exquisite jewels;
But all this belied a granite heart
    Which at once was imperious and pregnant
With indifference; she shredded other
    Creatures with her poisonous glare,
While her beguiling smile
    Left them begging for more;
But she had nothing to offer:
    She existed a bloodless shell;
And everyone who came to know her
    Knew this well;
She always gave less
    Than she took,
Reading her victims
    Like the leaves of a book;
She lived for a thousand years,
    Died a dried out husk;
Still striking on the outside,
    But fetid and miasmic within;
When they stirred the ashes
    Of her funeral pyre,
They found not precious gems,
    But rather spiders:
Thousand upon thousands
     Of spiders.

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