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I heard the dreadful Dryad's scream
As axe bit into woody flesh
The sap oozed out as scented cream
My veins stood out in rictal mesh

My wits all scrambled left me quick
My hands and face were full a-sweat
My thumping heart did quite a trick
My breeches foul-smelled were a-wet

Into the woods I'd ventured forth
When wise ones counseled not to go
They told me of dark Astoroth
Of dales and dells where dryads grow

Oh, fie, oh, phish, such figments wild 
I scorned these wizened men's advice
As often wonted of a child
I heeded not the words so wise

So with sharpened axe,  spritely tread
I entered the faerie woods
With no foreboding and no dread
Ready to woo  Red Riding Hoods

When deep into the woods I reached
I heard a soft tremulous trill
Is this the Dryad's song they'd teached
A soothing  song upon a hill

I saw a stream come gurgling down
Singing its self-sweet melody
I lay down on the soft green lawn
And deeply slumbered peacefully

I felt the whispers of the breeze
The scent of flowers in their bloom
I felt my tresses someone tease
Bridesmaids all giggling at the groom

But sad to say  this somnolence
It was fore-doomed to not last long
A malignant malevolence
Put an earworm of evil song

A song that corrupted all that's good
Sowing wild seeds of vile discord
My brain did rot I understood
Neither conscience, nor word of God

I woke up in a fuzzy trance
My axe I ground against the 'stone
I spied a comely maiden dance
A song she sang all on her own

Besotted was my evil mind
Unholy cesspool at the core
The wraithlike nymph I wished to bind
In lustful limbs  forevermore

So Satyr-like was my desire
Even Pan would turn red with shame
The sylphlike sprite set me afire
I grabbed her hard to douse my flame

The willowy maid gave a gasp
And turned to ethereal  mist
She stung me like a maddened wasp
She unloosed herself with a twist

She did slip like Will-o-the wisp
Melded into a nearby tree
My hair with static crackled crisp
A mocking laugh full maddened me

 lust replaced by towering rage
I rushed to the tree she'had graced
 Searched for her in the branches maze
But not a hiint could be traced

My axe raised high, I brought it down
Swiftly cut into sapwood soft
The sap was red  not white or brown
Founts of  lifeblood were thrown aloft

That was the time I heard the scream
My eardrums tore their tympanums
My blood it turned to curdled cream
eyes popped out, tongue trapped by gums

My toes they curled and dug in ground
My knees and joints all gnarly turned
My spine it fully wrung  around
Silken skin  shed, rough bark adorned

the sun and moon's diurnal churn
Mock me  through night and through the day
I wish I could just die and burn
Rooted, sentient, this way stay

Cursed forever is my lot
To Neither thrive nor grow an inch
But feel the pain of worm and rot
A gibbet  for unholy lynch

But doomed forever to this fate
Of release I can only dream
But most of what I dread and hate
That  dreadful sound - the  Dryad's scream!
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