A villanelle
Tsaritza might put me in my place
Beneath her merciful majesty
And her throne might be my face
Enthroned upon her purple chaise
I’ll wait, before her, on my knees
Tsaritza might put me in my place
Might my reward be just to taste
And savor her divinity
Please, her throne might be my face
I know I’m nothing, so dim and plain
Beneath such radiant royalty,
Tsaritza, still, might put me in my place
I’ll beg to do whatever it takes
I’ll suffer any indignity
O please, her throne might be my face
Let her lock me in a cage
‘Til royal pleasure has use for me!
Tsaritza might put me in my place
And please! O, please her throne might be my face
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