Artella the dearest wilderness..
On the nearest hill of Olympus
Not mountains nor green woods...
Artella is the wildest blossom
So fragile yet smoking inner goddess...
A lost poet on the greenest hill
Where Artella slumbers in timid peace...
He was struck by her temptress like aroma
He drifted towards her like spinal stairs ahead
The pitch machete is on him
Ready to slay, ready to play...
Young lady oh Artella!
Alas! Oh Alas!
When blood screams on a Hombre veins..
The poet must be in vain!
Artella oh Artella!
She rested on shattering piece as the poet says..
"No beauty shall live in this barbarous place,
You deserve Hera's place more than anyone.. all beauty shall perish!
And the poet left..
...Oh Artella, Oh Artella
So young, so cold....now!
-Erriol Blank [Sonny Temblor]
wahhhhh!!!!! :D
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