Most recent update: June 25, 2006.

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By countless names have I been known.
The roads I have trod are endless.
The professions I have undertaken -
Without number.

Men call me beautiful.
Women call me a whore.
God calls me to serve,
And the Devil? He simply calls me his.

A bard I have been; a teller of truth and lies.
Lies? Embellishments. Truth veiled in satire.
A scribe; the transcriber of tales.
As a priest, I spoke the word of God,
And as a heathen, I laid with Him.

I was a harlot; a seller of flesh.
I loved a thousand men.
Their mistress, their temptress -
Over me, a thousand women wept.

In the courts of Kings have I served.
In the beds of Kings have I lain.
Into my ear, they would whisper -
And though I said nothing,
There was nothing my eyes did not see.

My lips are sealed, but -
My hands made no promises. Only teased.
Let then these fingers that have so often stroked flesh
Caress now the quill.

Countless secrets have I kept.
The tales I could tell are endless.
The pages I could write -
Without number.

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