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Mortal
This unique poem is a first for me. I tried to keep with a good rhyme scheme, however, it does seem a bit weak. Nevertheless, the meaning remains the same, and is quite clear. Enjoy.
Mortal
Flitting ever strong before my eyes,
The nymph in gaiety taunts me.
I drink in the smell of her perfume,
She freely in the night haunts me.
My flesh is weak, desiring more,
And the nymph knows it, she smiles,
The evil nymph urges me on,
Taunting me with womanly wiles.
Aside lies the crone, left to rot,
Abandoned by men for the chase
Of the beautiful nymph,
The shine of lust on their face.
Right has birthed in her noble heart,
But life has marred her flesh,
We look instead to the wrong,
And within it become enmeshed.
Perhaps the light caught mine eye,
And made me turn my head,
And instead of the dying old crone,
I saw purest beauty instead.
For the hearts light will e'er shine through,
If only man would seek.
The prideful heart will be left aside,
When one looks at the meek.
Can I turn aside from my desire,
Casting aside my lust,
And look instead upon pure gold,
N'er tainted by time nor rust?
The wrapping plain, the visage old,
The contents barely seen,
These eyes are weak, and often swayed,
These captive eyes demean.
I, the weak mortal, who easily swayed,
Cast my glance from left to right,
Chance again on her visage,
Then set my heart alight.
I turn away from the nymph,
And from my certain death,
The nymph cries in dire anguish,
And I can now in true peace rest.
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