Romance Lost
A Dream
At break of day before God's light.
There rose a hill out from the night.
Upon its crest a Siren laid.
Her banners painted Gold and Jade.
As I approached the daunting dear.
She smiled sharp and begged me near.
My heart begat a foolish thump.
It rallied deep like in a sump.
So I crept, as men will do.
To ask a spoil, one or two.
Her speech was lost, to my dismay.
But dawdle not, I meant to play.
Her skin was soft like finer silk.
A flowing sea of endless milk.
But as I touched her softened face.
Her body burned within my place.
I shrieked from hate and searing pain.
My will was lost, replaced by shame.
I asked for grace and then I cooled.
But lay inept, a heated fool.
At once I looked where first I saw.
The gaping beaut that dropped my jaw.
Now replaced by soot and ash.
A horrid dream now in my past.
There rose a hill out from the night.
Upon its crest a Siren laid.
Her banners painted Gold and Jade.
As I approached the daunting dear.
She smiled sharp and begged me near.
My heart begat a foolish thump.
It rallied deep like in a sump.
So I crept, as men will do.
To ask a spoil, one or two.
Her speech was lost, to my dismay.
But dawdle not, I meant to play.
Her skin was soft like finer silk.
A flowing sea of endless milk.
But as I touched her softened face.
Her body burned within my place.
I shrieked from hate and searing pain.
My will was lost, replaced by shame.
I asked for grace and then I cooled.
But lay inept, a heated fool.
At once I looked where first I saw.
The gaping beaut that dropped my jaw.
Now replaced by soot and ash.
A horrid dream now in my past.
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