Within the harem beneath, the king wretch, incensed and hazed.
Fogged and spiced plumes mask his misshapen guise, and
Cinnamon, rosemary, and clove potpourris placate his violent stench.
A stark white and silken veil hangs over his rippled face,
Supple concubines and taught skinned eunuchs
Assuage and shelter the leprous king.
From his perfumed lair the spice king dispatches his
Spice soldiers to