06-14-2013, 02:53 PM
OH How the beautiful Nymph glides through her domain, a gentle breeze never breaking the smallest of twigs.
OH How her sweet fragrance plagues the mighty forest, like the harshest of fevers.
OH How she dances in the safest of clearing’s with the kind fawns and the songbirds.
OH How the gentle spring light touches her soft flesh and makes her bloom like a cherry blossom in spring.
OH How her soothing voice can bring the strongest of beasts to a calming pur.
OH How her beauty is at a cost to her, with it brings the lust of the cruel Satyr.
OH How the Satyr embodies evil in its purest form.
OH How he can destroy the happiest of places, and make them become a bitter sweet haven.
OH How he is sour and fowl, like rotten flesh.
OH How he staples through the forest and destroys all in his path, even making the robust of log’s bend to his will.
OH How the fawns and the songbirds scurry away at his sight.
OH How these magical creatures stand so far apart from each other, like two sides of a coin.
OH How they are the bitterest of enemies like the season’s themselves.
OH How the Nymph is like a blissful spring, and a boisterous summer.
OH How the Satyr is like the lifeless winter, and the sour fall.
OH How the constantly fight each other like the wind and the rain against a strong oak.
OH How her sweet fragrance plagues the mighty forest, like the harshest of fevers.
OH How she dances in the safest of clearing’s with the kind fawns and the songbirds.
OH How the gentle spring light touches her soft flesh and makes her bloom like a cherry blossom in spring.
OH How her soothing voice can bring the strongest of beasts to a calming pur.
OH How her beauty is at a cost to her, with it brings the lust of the cruel Satyr.
OH How the Satyr embodies evil in its purest form.
OH How he can destroy the happiest of places, and make them become a bitter sweet haven.
OH How he is sour and fowl, like rotten flesh.
OH How he staples through the forest and destroys all in his path, even making the robust of log’s bend to his will.
OH How the fawns and the songbirds scurry away at his sight.
OH How these magical creatures stand so far apart from each other, like two sides of a coin.
OH How they are the bitterest of enemies like the season’s themselves.
OH How the Nymph is like a blissful spring, and a boisterous summer.
OH How the Satyr is like the lifeless winter, and the sour fall.
OH How the constantly fight each other like the wind and the rain against a strong oak.
