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She sits atop a jeweled throne,
her lilac hair an endless stream.
Her gold eyes are all-knowing,
and her body is furled in tenebrous shadows.
She looks at the board before her.
sneaky like foxes,
were they.
trickster of the night,
what brings you
to my door?
My destination was not to your heart, but your mind.
Can I trick you into believing your mine?
Of course I can,
This wouldn't be my first time.
