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The Dryad's Scream - 22 Mar 2016
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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