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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