Alhambra

Her eyes watch the gardens,
    pink roses sprouting from the lips of the Sultan,
    four white ones remembering the happiest days off his life,
    red flowers staining the innocence of the throne.
Her body plastered with jewels,
    blue etched on her forehead,
    gold running down her neck,
    and tattooed 1000 times over her body are the words
    there is no victor but Allah
She throws herself into the pool,
    only to find herself
    on the other side,
    looking right back through the mirror.
Her bones preserved through each man's
    footstep,
bending to only God's will.

Our fate is in her hands.

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