Last Of The Hamadryads Poem by Pasquale DiMeola
Last Of The Hamadryads
A taste of blood less insipid
Dried wagging tongues to further bathe
As insoluble as lipid
Dissolving matters of the brain
Nor the lightning and the wafting
Whistles danger to the forest
Hence the virgin nymphs all laughing
As wooden gods splintered porous
Freak the reticence of spirits
Deep in the wave of fog and mist
Happiness wont squeeze the garrote
Whilst all the world has misplaced bliss.
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