Often encountered by travelers lone; the nymphs amongst water lilies
made lures with lights of streaming stone. Giving gifts of poesy bright
to those they deemed their own. Their beauty fresh – nubile disrobed
with eyes of blue. With passion and caprice – exposed to mortal view.
Their luscious tongues of orange though false portrayed as true; and
virtue prone to peril had methods strange and new. These nymphs of
woodlands Greece; had lids of faery sleek. They chose to prey on men
whose minds and hearts were weak.
Further in darkness alone tread not lost craven
Beware of whom you seek – love or mere offend.
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For my prompt “When Myth Meets Poetry” tomorrow at 8:00 am EDT.
Posted on poems written on Prompt Nights
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