“Quarter Daughter New Orleans Our Lady of the River” by Todd-Michael St. Pierre

Many have tasted her bittersweet wine
Laveau and Lafitte, the districts of red
Mardi Gras madness and pleasures so fine
She worships the gods of bottle and bed

A clever chameleon, a lethal rose...
Befriend and betray is her secret game
Brazen, half-naked, down Bourbon she goes
Understand that Lady is not her name

Collecting herbs for a black magic spell
In century-old French Market style
Disguised as a fragile, virginal Belle
She makes men out of boys, with just a smile