Red ball pepper and its family,
Thyme, oregano and its family—
Were the commodities known to Sheba.

A dazzling powerful is seated on the throne,
Arms stretched wide and fit on the throne,
Chest out, dazzling powerful.

I’ve brought you news, my Queen,
The sparrow bird has seen things unseen,
The bird talks of things that bent its beak.
This news is gold water fresh from the tap.
This news is the overflow from a surprise cup.

There is a man.
Whose glory goes before him.
This glory speaks of things unheard.
…What glory? Speak plainly before I have your head cut off.
My Queen, His name is King Solomon.

They say he is wiser than the gods.
They say
He has four hundred 
concubines 
yet the 
horse is still standing.

They say
Our Gold is like a 
drink of cup 
in his dragon gold house.

They say for him, perfect love has no price.
…No price? What do you mean—no price?
It wasn’t me, my Queen; it was the sparrow bird.

…Okay, go on.
…What’s your point? Sure, you are not here to 
…waist-wiggle my tongue.
Well, it’s not difficult to know what a woman likes from how they describe things, especially for someone like the Makeda, the Queen of Sheba. She can be tough, but it’s all for the publicity; the secret love for her people and Kingdom shows lantern that no one is poor. Each had two plots of farmland with five sheep.



Forgive me, my Queen, 
But that was the last drop from our Surprise cup.
…Go then, and speak of this to no one.
It really makes me wonder why she wants it kept as a secret. Regularly, you would expect such to be documented with the parliament for the house deliberation. This hints that it may not be the first time a piece of news like this has occurred. Her demand for the report to be as quick as a quint could be of a secret desire. The Queen, although known to many as upholding, we hear rumours through the friends of the palace maids that her majesty, the inner chambers of her majesty, is filled with wild unicorns. We really don’t know what that means for they said, speak to it to no one.

On the other side, King Solomon is a Stallion inside a house filled with angelic beings with soft skin. Four hundred and still counting. Whoever was the accountant of such numbers must have been a secret spy because how do you make up such numbers? King Solomon was clothed to his sinful nature, plugging fruits upon fruits. History tells us that Eve plucked just one, which drove them out of the garden, but King Solomon has been plucking four hundred.

…Perfect love has no price,
…Who is this man born of a woman 
…with such audacity?
…Racheal, prepare me a rose bath, 
…I need to smell rosy dreams.

My Queen, I have reports, My Queen.
The Sparrow bird has brought news.
This news is from the same gold water as the last time.
…

Watch out for Episode 2 next week.