Lion Head Mesa If this isn't good for me

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sokha was a skilled entertainer. ramesses found himself singed by her touch. his eyes did not move from her figure as she sang. at first the words of her song seemed a threat. a warning. the danger of it enchanted pharaoh further and he found his heart at a gallop.
a poet who rose with a sword. a ruler with anointed brow. she held her notes. she held her steps. he was dazzled and transfixed.
ramesses believed she spoke of germanicus and siptah, though the poet had yet to show himself. his eyes narrowed. she was an oracle, he felt.
her voice was rich, filling the last notes with passion.
she dropped to pant at his feet, and her eyes were filled with a hundred things when she raised them to him.
ramesses slipped from his throne. he embraced her reverently. "in this moment i feel no pain."