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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=365766" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Journey to Paradise</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">She was a queen of the old Levant, <br>Of a country, lost in shame, <br>Each page, blood-drenched of its history<br>Was burnt, to bury its name, <br>The King had gone on the last Crusade<br>With his knights to the Holy Land, <br>But locked her into a chastity belt<br>Forged by a blacksmith's hand.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But Queen Fatima, known as ‘The Bitch'<br>Was a testy-tempered whore, <br>She raged and ranted at everyone<br>And chafed at the chains she bore, <br>She sent in search of the blacksmith to<br>Disable the King's device, <br>But word came back that the man was hung<br>So he'd never work it twice.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The King was away for three long years, <br>Fatima's tongue was a lash, <br>The sharpest thing in her box of tricks<br>Was the blade of the headsman's axe, <br>Her courtiers' popularity rose<br>And fell as her moods had bled, <br>And all had quaked at the first mistake<br>When she ranted, ‘Off with his head! '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She called for a Turkic Shaman to<br>Divine what her life would be, <br>Would she ever be rid of this chastity belt? <br>He cautioned her, ‘Wait and see! '<br>It wasn't the answer she wanted, so<br>He was tied to a horse, and dragged, <br>Down to the river and weighted down<br>Tied up in a hessian bag! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">A number of fortune tellers fell<br>To the rage of a Fatima fit, <br>Off to the gory headsman's blade<br>Or cooked like a pig on a spit, <br>But then, the little court jester said<br>In a voice that was more like a whine, <br>‘Would it please the ear for a genuine seer, <br>At Delphi, I learnt to divine.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">‘You learned from the famous Oracle? <br>Come closer, this I must hear, <br>If the Oracle tells my future place, <br>Why, you have nothing to fear! '<br>‘My Oracle tells the key to your belt<br>Has been locked in the armourer's cell, <br>The King had ordered its secret kept<br>Or he'd suffer the fiends from hell! '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They carried the armourer shackled in chain<br>To the queen, he knelt in shock, <br>‘The key, if you please, or on your knees<br>You will feel my steel on the block! '<br>He babbled and begged forgiveness, said<br>He was caught between King and Queen, <br>And gave up the key to chastity<br>So the queen danced free on the green.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She spent that night with the eunuch slaves, <br>She crawled around on her knees, <br>She fed an insatiable appetite<br>Doing whatever she pleased, <br>At dawn she called for the headsman<br>Who was given his gory task, <br>And watched as her night companions there<br>Fell one and all to the axe.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She took in the jester, asked for more, <br>What news of the King from home, <br>‘Alas, ' he said, ‘the King is dead, <br>The vultures pick at his bones! '<br>‘Then what will become of his widow queen, <br>Say now, or you'll feel my curse.'<br>‘A knight in armour will come for you, <br>A knight on a coal black horse! '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">‘Will he be the bearer of tidings, or<br>Will he be the bearer of lies? '<br>‘This knight has only one deed to do, <br>He'll bear you to paradise! '<br>She thought of the bliss of a loving knight<br>Who would take the queen as his right, <br>While she would rule with an iron hand<br>And he would make love at night.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The knight came thundering through the trees<br>One day, on his coal black horse, <br>The queen stood up where the parapet eaves<br>Hung over the watercourse, <br>She ordered the drawbridge down at once<br>And had the portcullis raised, <br>Then watched him galloping into the fort<br>And through the walls of the maze.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">His horse came clattering up the steps<br>That led to milady's tower, <br>She thought, ‘At last, we shall bed this night<br>In the depths of my shady bower.'<br>The knight, not raising his visor there<br>Nor even dismounted yet, <br>Raised his scimitar up on high<br>Then cleft her head from her neck! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Her body dropped like a stone, and bled, <br>Her head flew over the wall, <br>She saw his face as she stared ahead<br>The Jester, watching her fall, <br>Her head fell down through the cypress trees<br>And she thought that the breeze was nice! <br>Those final seconds would lead her mind<br>To the Garden of Paradise.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">1 November 2012</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=David+Lewis+Paget">David Lewis Paget</a><div class=q>
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Of a country, lost in shame, 
Each page, blood-drenched of its history
Was burnt, to bury its name, 
The King had gone on the last Crusade
With his knights to the Holy Land, 
But locked her into a chastity belt
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