With the prick of a fang
Punctured Reason's domain.
Fabrication they claim,
Twisted sweet truth to profane.

Note her innocent core
Is respun into lore;
To explain how a Whore
Might breach Enlightenment's door.

Explanation divine,
Behold truth genuine.
Above suspect and time;
Save by villainous design.

Whereas once She was felled
By slander and libel
Despite prison or cell
Her inborn word never quelled.