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The Corinthian of Greece
and acanthus leaves-
The temple of Athens
where the golden bell rings.
Its a tumble of tune
a song for the yore-
The musical swells,
as symphony soar.
The bride of Apollo does
walk down the aisle,
in virgin white lace-
by power of means
she maneuvers with grace.
And Apollo himself
wrote a passaged vow
to wealthiest wealth
of love that forever bows.
Without her, he says,
the nights have no moon,
the stars will fall out of place,
niether courtesy of colors in midst noon
nor there is such a beautiful face.
Apollo's Bride, Cassandra,
blushed with fury lust-
And by the ring she took his hand,
her lover Apollo took it by grand.
And together forever
they treasured their land
Under Greece's dome
by the Corinithia of Acanthus leaves- ..
The bells continulsy sing
Golden bells' ring
of what rumbles and bring
The definition of lovely things.
Copyright © Brittany Martin | Year Posted 2008
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