Does not the love thou show
Quench my arid heart
To quell the fire that doth rage within
My heartless kingdom

For you say to me your king
That there is no other such that can feed
Your pitiful heart
How you speak false words of snakes
Yet hide me unto the shadow of the night

Did I not feed the urge betwix the milky thighs and not give you all that desire called for
Yet here you stand with dagger pressed against my breast waiting to cull

Amartia doth thy not see you king loves you
For your eye's do not belong to a blind hag
Yet you cannot see what the gods have blessed you with

Be still child and let the gods whisper
And the fire that salty tears have quelled
Shall no longer burn for my Amartia