Lola Poem by Theodora (Theo) Onken

Lola

Rating: 4.9


'O violet coloured cloud of
Thine dawn
A princess 'tis captured 'neath
For Hercules layed open his snare
Whilst now he watches you breathe

Iola 'O Iola Ephemeral Princess Divine
Your beauty and brillance 'tis fair
A Grecian Calvary of knights are bound
To rescue you from captivity there

Thy Round table had thine discussion
And passed thy vote afore mid-day
So soon under a mid-day lemon sun
From thine snares you'll be taken away

Your beauty 'twas Hercules Earthy motive
So furative and greedy with hedonist lust
And the headniness of your beguiling scent
But the Knights they turned Hercules to dust

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