Emperor

Wink to maids
Strip ya off
Tie you beside
“Relationship” reaches the point

To drink the milky wine
Knee and kiss
Be my queen
Are you thyme?

Silk sheaths in vaults
All tender and soft
In the periods, altered
Post it, awaits a nod

Harsh diamond club
Scares the sheaths
Strike in the sea
Churn up waves and tides

Around the waist, a single club
Stay up, tills scores paddy fields

Never mind
Countless broken hearts

Without no knife
Hearts hit ground

Broken heartssss…cry…
Phantoms, misssss… the pillar

Enter the palace
Pay your price
Once, the maid always

Escape
Too late
Write some poets

Ha
Think about it
What option
Live, the broken heart
Or, lingering beauty phantom