Dita Von Teese, Kubla Khan, Weimar
published on: 2012-08-09 16:51:00
With walls and towers were girdled round.
And here were gardens bright with sensuous rills, Where blossomed
As e'er beneath a waning moon was haunted.
By woman wailing for her demon lover.
Huge fragments vaulted like rebounding hail.
Or chaffy grain beneath the thresher’s flail: