Unveiled

                                

I see many virgin souls reborn to love  

but The four letter word wears off her slate 

Sowing white lilies makes her gardener smile 

yet blooming of the red flower decides her fate 

The civil alarm goes by to tie 

an affluent knot defining her success 

The podium awaits the master's rate 

Just a little show of skin and a crowd to impress 

Free will makes eyebrows lift around 

as the search ends for bedsheet stains 

The full moon awaits the judgement of

a diamond being Choked by golden chains

I see many throats slit by the knife defining character 

and a little more I see new sharpened dregs 

Where else to look for the point of moral divison?

Her majesty's honor lies between her legs