Ive planted some posies in a jar
Kept safe in my fancy boudoir
To place in my pocket as I travel far
And mask the stench of my rotting scar

I color my body in a thousand shades
Of these flowers to prepare for the promenades
A fountain of people amongst the maids
To be served and serve as lost jades

I dance the steps proclaimed
With the slough of men famed
And blend with all women tamed
Reaking of  the posies, my body inflamed

My soul screams for white wings
Of the dove as he sings
But as a marionette on strings
I must listen to my given kings

So like the flowers adorn
I'm the jewelry of this scorn
A lie amidst the torn
The princess never really born