A Broken Water Pot

She was the goddess of beauty,
The deity of sensuality,
The symbol of perfection,
The mermaid of purity,
And the true embodiment of femininity,

She is the adorable daughter of the king; her words revealed royalty,
The beloved of her mother; whose charity towards her knew no bounds,
She was the role model of all maidens; mothers chided their daughters to tread her path,
The envy of all females; whose feminine features they desired,
The object of the males' lust; whose sacred region they yearned,
And the center of the elders' fantasies; whose addition to their host of wives, they longed,

Then saturated with glory,
She became filled with pride,
And engorged with arrogance,
As the passion for desecration surged within her bowels,
Driving her in the direction of masculinity and love,

Disgracefully, she let the lower member of the stronger sex in between her thighs,
Permitted the defilement of her womanhood,
Swayed the branches of royalty in the winds of peasants and mere mortals,
And out of that hut of impoverishment stepped, her feminine waters trickling down her once sanctified thighs,

So, she became deflowered,
Ripped of her pride;
Her dignity ruined by this inglorious experience,
Her purity contaminated,
Her sanctity desecrated,
Her consecration to the dogs cast,
And her beauty faded.
What a shame.