To the Harbinger of filled animals
taxed beyond their coins
and thrust onto the shelves
of weak mädchens
who twirl counter-clockwise:
"Arise, and tie that bow
atop the mane
and see what that beast
does when chance becomes
a not-so-glassed-over glance-
the quickest lesson she'll ever learn:
fear or die."
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