Cortesan Bride
Blessed born, Beauty
Bred with hope 'n' pride
Was born, she who
With fate of fertility.
Guarded was she
For her virginity
A bowing pawn
Before their hypocrisy.
A daughter was she
Their symbol of chastity.
Hidden away, Beauty
Kept with hope 'n' pride
Was sold, she who
Suffered the fate of fertility.
Prized was she
For her verity
Left to mourn
Her loss of liberty.
Whore was she
Without the mark of a hussy.
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