Would you but grasp the power, that female force
To crush a man with yet a simple smile—
And in so doing, rule his best and worst
That he concede and follow in your style.
To have his manhood at your sole behest,
His strength and cunning to back all your claims;
To wield by proxy all his manliness
As you conspire in endless effete games.
But of this quest, you do not stand alone
For every move is watched by penciled eyes,
By paint and brush so too are their skills honed;
The best of a maquillage in battle plied.
Such force once launched a thousand mighty ships:
Blood red so stained are many siren’s lips.
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