Fear no hunter in their wood.
But much from the stag.
Cupid the baby.
Cupid the Little God's arrows.
Suffer from his pricks.
True. Love knots with eyes
Not hands. Binds thoughts, not fingers.
Cannot be untied.
Neptune's eyes alight
On fair maids and boys alike
Raping where he will.
Venus' lines deeper,
Like a fine wine, growing sweeter:
A selfish creature.
Persephone grows.
Their love: Plutonic. She grows
Even in the dark.
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