The Princess and the Slave

the bright southern sun shone
on rows of fluffy white clouds
as she walked on the cool earth
so dark and rich and smooth.

a stray curl of midnight's hue
flew from behind her headband high
the rest cascaded across her back
so dark and rich and smooth.

she knew not the strangers tongue
but her deep dark eyes were wise
and they were locked up mysteries
so dark and rich and smooth.

her long thin hands and fingers
made for music or soft caresses
moved fluidly like soaring ravens
so dark and rich and smooth.

even in her most lowly work
her elegant neck, her head held high
and her deep sanorous voice sang
so dark and rich and smooth.