Implacable Beautiful Tyrant Hair Gloss

IMPLACABLE BEAUTIFUL TYRANT HAIR GLOSS

When, with flame all around him aspirant,
Stood flushed, as a harp-player stands,
The implacable beautiful tyrant,
Rose-crowned, having death in his hands;
And a sound as the sound of loud water
Smote far through the flight of the fires,
And mixed with the lightning of slaughter
A thunder of lyres.

Golden amber, frankincense, white ginger, and oudh.