9.I Sleep With the Emperor
I shivered in the warmth of their god (whispers of dead
sisters). Yet this mansion is haunted by romance, his servants
heal my scars Anointing me with oil.
I am naked and silk on this eve, His body will cradle his
brides' in frailty as I await his kiss, mortality ebbs from me.
The pendulem swings Twelve times it rings On this night I sleep
with the emperor.
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