The Cruel Majesty

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In the realm of beauty, a ruthless queen resides,
A captivating enchantress, with a heart that hides,
I pen a poem on the merciless beauty she bears,
A dance of allure and danger, that cunningly ensnares.

Her eyes like diamonds, cold and unyielding,
With a gaze that pierces, leaving hearts trembling,
A smile that haunts, with a hint of cruel delight,
She toys with affection, like a moth in her sight.

Her voice, a seductive melody, luring souls to despair,
Whispering promises, then vanishing into thin air,
She reigns with a power, both captivating and dark,
Leaving shattered hearts, as her merciless mark.

Her beauty, a weapon forged with wicked intent,
As she weaves her web of desire, hearts are spent,
But behind her facade, a vulnerability lies,
A frailty hidden beneath her captivating guise.

Beware the allure of this merciless beauty,
For her touch is a poison, a perilous duty,
Yet, in her coldness, a haunting allure,
A magnetism impossible to ignore.

So dance with caution, amidst her radiant spell,
For in her presence, heaven and hell dwell,
The Rondel of Merciless Beauty, a paradox untamed,
Forever desired, forever feared, her legacy unnamed.

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