Oh Druid witch
What have you done to my heart?
But cooked it up as
I, sat there, still panting
Chest dug out
I imagined Pan, and Bacchus
Dionysus, and Tammuz shattered
by your siren song
Oh Druid witch
Look at my father
A husk, and now
I, the master craftsman, the hero
set out to cast spells with
you, and drink your blood away
Feeling your hips, sweet milk, and crashing hot
mouth against my sword, and your sword
is no less sharp than the men I've bested.
Oh Druid Witch, have mercy on this man
who would not seek to control you,
but fights darker enemies to keep you free
And protects your right: to have whatever you'd like,
to be wherever you want, and to do the unimaginable
with only the jealousy of a smitten student
and the will of a Libertarian
Oh Druid witch, know that I am of you
Know that we are a pair, and that our children
should hold hands and rejoice in the flesh,
and the love, and the freedom that is our god.
Being the grail
And you witch mother...
What will you do?
When this boy's adventure
is over, but dig through the earth
by nail, spirit, and teeth to breathe life
back into me.
Please tell me what you think
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Read this several times. Has that Magic in it . . like it lots.
Lisa
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excellent
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"I, the master craftsman, the hero"
Indeed...
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romantic
how powerful her song must be to break the horned ones
such romance, she is a truely lucky woman....
sigh, this is just perfect lovely darling
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Whew. Breathtaking. I especially loved that last stanza. Absolutely beautiful.
Write on.
~*~SP~*~
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very well penned
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hmmm... interesting
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