Thursday, August 14, 2014

Salemi

Beware Salemi
She won't take your life
But she may yet make
A widow of your wife

Gather milk and honey
Take sweet breads in hand
Lay them out
Where the oldest trees stand

If it should please her
You'll soon see the beast
She cannot resist
An afternoon feast

Curled black horns
Adorn her thick mane
The great old She-troll
With a face full of fangs

Through jagged teeth
And wry lips
She'll tell you of gold
And sunken ships

Of treasures lost
Never to be found
Of kingdoms and riches
Under the ground

Stories and legends
Poems and songs
These things she'll spout
All the night long

Beware Salemi
She won't take your life
But she may yet make
A widow of your wife

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