I conjured her one eve in the Levant,
She lived so long ago, before the shah,
Or sultanates, emirs or some pasha,
I summoned her through esoteric chant.
And with that subtle spell I would decant
A lovely girl who filled me with such awe,
She could have been the queen of Nineveh,
A sorceress whose kisses so enchant.
Yet full of fear I fled my cryptic keep,
Adown the spiral granite stair I ran,
For I had summoned from an age old sleep
A being to bring down the likes of man.
Into the night I fled my vaulted hall,
To her triumphant, bitter pealing call.
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Submission Name: Before Nineveh
