She is mostly undefined...
Her perimeters obscure,
Attributes unboasted,
Her true meaning unrevealed...
She is Hermitage and Sanctuary,
And sometimes Bastille...
She is Imperial Castle,
She is Mausoleum.
She wears the morning
Like a jeweled crown,
Dawn rising behind her,
Gold reflected in her eyes.
She is Temptress
And I am totally beguiled.
For she is so like me -
She is Chameleon.
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