Fore the Angels' fall,
In the midst of tranquil winds,
Nymph embodied all.
All the brown and blue,
Waters, lands and manly thirsts,
Nymph, the men, did woo.
From the forest rim,
To the thickened trees at heart,
Nymph beguiled man in.
At her siren scent,
(As the man did trot along),
Nymph hooked man hell-bent.
From the water’s sweet,
To the water’s prickly salt,
Nymph spun man at greet.
With a bathing kiss,
(As the man did splash along),
Nymph lured him to bliss.
Bliss it be at crust,
At the end of Nymph’s desires,
Nymph dispatched man’s lust.
Man and Man and more,
Drowned to bed and hung from trees.
Nymph knows she’s a whore.
Angels’ fall now past,
Voiceless winds now screaming storms,
Nymph still has a blast.
