A
dryad maid glides to havens of elves
and
hails the lord who guards blest crowns
that
seal her reign with Bezin high faun.
A
witch elf glares; her heart shoots bolts
fair
Litze weeps blood; flesh grows iron spikes.
The
ochre shrub stirs as Bezin chants psalms
its
bulbs puff spores; they rot his lungs
the
earth dons robes of ash and tar.
Dusk
lays her cape; a pearl bud smiles
cursed
souls rise free to wed in light.
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