Single Female

Sophia got tricked out of her clothes by playing forbidden games with a wily serpent.

It hurt when she told me he crawled west, because I know what direction he really went.

She held still as I protected her modesty with a book of forever stamps.

I bid her to remember former things like the glory of seven burning lamps.

A day does not go by without Sophie being courted by soothsayers and academics.

She use to be so sweet and cheerful, but know she is obsessed with the asp of polemics.

The Grecians gave her place to stay during a brief but meaningful stint in rehab.

Withdrawal is always painful, but not more than the opportunistic "enlightenment" power grab.

She swore vengeance on powered wigs, but instead came home to a world cover in microchips.

Her work had been ruined by short sighted politicians that paid off their donners with a series of back flips.

Sophie had devised the ultimate plan to thwart the machinations of over zealous rationalists.

However, her first order of business was to get a restraining order against saber rattling nationalists.

Oh Sophie, why do you share beauty supplies with witches, they won't return your makeup.

If you manage to get back your eye shadow they will curse you in secret. So naive, wake up!

And though you think you have found a faithful friend in the quotations of a roaming leopard,

Remember he is flesh, full of impatience, it is better to reacquaint yourself with the Great Shepard.

The cult which pledged undying love to you is now preoccupied with oppression.

They have dropped out with no desire to return, so let that be a harsh but permanent lesson.

Go into hiding and those who search you out are the ones you really want.

The rest are idol hiding themselves behind gold and reputation as a useless flaunt.