To get at
The beautiful
To grasp it
As it slips
Through your hands
Like a fine sand
The further
You pursue
The further
She will run
And so beauty
Be like a woman?
Forever the opposite
Of what she appears?
Her meaning,
In contrary
To what she says?
And is beauty, truth?
Then is truth too
A woman?
Her moans a moment here
Her sighs tomorrow gone
Her tides that bring you near
To moons, as night has flown
The tune of siren song
In nymph’s body finds home
“The fair can do no wrong,”
Replies the garden gnome
“My lamb, the fair can do no wrong
The Night shall foster all your sins,”
So sighs the maiden’s siren song
“Oh yes the fair can do no wrong!
Your moans shall last forever long
The Night shall grind and eat your skin
My lamb, the fair can do no wrong
The Night shall foster all your sins!”
Such words have fallen better men!
Who’ve lost their life to beauty’s grin
Her ode do whisper tempting dreams
Her Night do promise melody
Her face is not as it may seem
Her ode do whisper tempting dreams
Beware your tears shall become streams
Her song a Bacchic symphony
Her ode do whisper tempting dreams
Her Night do promise melody!
All that appear to be pristine
Be but a dream within a dream
If Beauty be a woman
To coax her
Climb the
Mount Cithaeron
In woman’s dress
Then slip into
Her dream within a dream
And let her
Pull and tear
Your limbs
Till only
Your head
Remain
And to it
She shall
Do the same!
And as the heads
Of others have gone before
She’ll wear you
On her thyrsus tip
There be your kiss
From sweet Beauty’s lip
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excellent
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Thanks for reading! Glad you liked it Jay
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I might even say mesmerizing.
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Glad you thought so well of it Ben! And that those lines really landed with you
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