 ~* The DOVE *~ Lady Suzanne
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 ~* The HAWK *~ Drago Ravnhawk
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White arms, Love, you have, and thin fingers with glittering nails,
And the soft blue smoke curls up from your parted mouth!
The delicate rose of your cheeks never varies nor pales, And your frocks and your furs are perfection devourer of youth!
It is thrilling to think of your room and you, wicked, inside Adorable snake, with a snake's unflickering eyes, And an intimate smile (to share which, fools have died) And lips soft as a girl's and like a Siren's, wise!
Devourer of youth! You are never alone by your fire, You have always a boy there, who thinks you a goddess, ill-used, And adores you with passion, and brings you the gifts you desire And the fiercer he burns, Dear, the better he keeps you amused!

(She-Devil ** by Douglas Goldring)
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If love were but a little thing Strange love which, more than all, is great One might not such devotion bring, Early to serve and late:
If love were but a passing breath Wild love which, as God knows, is sweet One might not make of life and death A pillow for love's feet!
(Song * Florence Earle Coates)
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