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The Centaur
In a forest of the utmost enchantment The moon�s beams glisten down upon the scene Shadows cover all in multicolor shades Midnight dew sparkles on jade petals Vividly decorated flowers shudder As fairies lay down to commence slumber
The floral earth sings a magical lullaby All charmed creatures doze in leafy beds Nothing can be heard save the melody La, la, la sings the breeze to the trees Swish, swish, swish replies the greenery In the distance something arouses
In a dress of white she wanders the woods Bare feet step daintily upon silken moss Pixies sleepily peer from unclosed buds As the enchantress slowly surpasses beyond Gracefully gliding over the emerald earth And reaching her purpose at the lustrous stream
There she gazes upon the reflection in the blue The mirror later ripples and she twirls away Alluring eyes find her lover crossing the stream Galloping toward, he makes barely a splash Chest bared and a cord tied round a braid of black A strung bow on his arm and arrows at his back
Crossed the stream he gazes upon she with eyes of fire And she upon he with the same knowing desire He caresses one flawless cheek and she trembles Lips upon lips, the two engulf in an embrace Lifted into brawny arms, she deeply sighs He carries her away across the crystal water
A pure blossom to be devoured by a ravenous beast Fairies giggle mischievously at the abduction But are soon put to rest by the singing of the earth Colorful buds close about little sprites as they sleep On the morrow they will awake playing toward the sight To behold what on that prior night had transpired |
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