She would live Far-away,
Where humans would thrive to see her face.
During the day,
Her beauty would capture the heart of men
While she gift herself to those govern by lust.
Mighty men would die as they thread her path,
While visionaries would be scared of her ugliness.
She would welcome them with fear,
And only those who could endure,
The rumbling days and the sleepless night,
Would feast in her bossom.
Since she is the truest ladder to success.
No pain, no gain.
©Tenaj Art
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