The Song Of The Mistress Poem by Tigest Samuel (TG)

My king left me on Thursday
He called me evil and moved away
I was as righteous as I could be
I gave all he asked of me

Damn you priest of Thursday
What have you done to his majesty?
Was it the altar or the essence?
Why am I not in his palace?
On Monday I was his goddess
Called my bosom his Venus
Now he cursed me on Thursday
Defiled my love and cast me away
What kind of god was at the altar?
Who granted his prayer?

Harem is crying oh my darling
All the daughters are mourning
My Concupiscence is cruelly judged
Your conscious is reclaimed
Oh king Solomon of passion
All the daughters are wondering
Was I not your favorite concubine?

What am I suppose to do now
About this conscious you left me with?
I can't reclaim it you know
With one prayer and a lousy priest

The king left me on Thursday
He called me evil and moved away
I was as righteous as I could be
I gave all he asked of me