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Ripples of her laughter
spread across the audience
and died thereafter
as she wept her penance.
The red in her lip
had been all her blood-
they took a holy dip
and died in a flood.
Years ago she had
been too frail to be appeased,
when times were not glad
that she did as she pleased.
She'd sighed and wailed
but all they'd eyed
was how she had failed
and not complied.
"Rise, rise, Aphrodite!
The foamy ocean,
your ensemble of white-
bring us emotion."
"Emeralds of envy,
Sapphires of scorn-
what else can we
have you adorn?"
"Bleed, blend,
become the breath.
Succeed, befriend,
succumb to death!"
"Let loose that lock
laced in lust.
Give up the clock;
embrace, you must."
And thus she feigned
as well as she felt.
For eons reigned
and for ages knelt.
Her giggles appalled
that sea of men
and then they called
her 'tragedienne'.
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