Scheherazade

She told the tales, to keep the Sultan at enthralled

Majestic narrations of wondrous places and adventures

Stories of adventure, of magic, and vast treasures found

So that each night the Sultan would want to hear more

 

As each night fell, the Sultan would summon her within his door

So more of the grand story she could lively bring so visually around

She told the tales, to keep the Sultan at enthralled

Majestic narrations of wondrous places and adventures

 

For the Sultan killed his wives, never keeping one for long around

Scheherazade knew when her stories were done, she’d be no more

So her recitals drew from the Sultan a feeling that sent him to the floor

For his heart to her had become rich in adore now was abound

She told the tales, to keep the Sultan at enthralled

 

Pierre Richards © 01/17/2013

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