Be still, breath held, while Grays glide slowly by
If found, you'll chase, their sweet enticing lie
If seen, ignore, their soothing sticky claims
A fly, you'll be, to honey binding chains
And soft, as clay, molded to men's desires
Offered, no end, a gift thats laced with briars
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A queen from ashes To honey the desires strongly offered And seen no end