An Ode?:
Such ill will focus on the beauty of steel hanging. 
Gorgeous, who instructed me in tents, my heart and my disquiet  in their slumbers, 
The enchantress , with her eyes of radiant contempt, took with her their whoredom, the locks thereof and thrown into her urn snips of their desires, 
in the darkness of the night, they went forth out of the cavern.
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She could not , however, depend upon it, not dwell twelve men through the famine. 
The aggressive pursuit of humanity slew her with the sword of morality, 
and is cut off from the earth, with all the enchantment of Gaia.
But was left, however, on the books . Dedicated to the Readers of the world.