The Aristocrat Poem by Medea Kali

A diamonded jewel in a wretched sphere
I found thee, hungry and weak
I took thee under mine own wing
Thou wert a rare queen belonging to me

From misery to riches, how could you leave?
Am I to blame for loving thee
And if by worldly lust did I have thee
Am I to blame for thine irresistible appeal?

A venomous temptress, money bought and sold
No longer will I visit thee
The streets echo thy name and im but a man
I can no longer come to thee