Lola
'O violet coloured cloud of
Thine dawn
A princess 'tis captured 'neath
For Hercules layed open his snare
Whilst now he watches you breathe
Iola 'O Iola Ephemeral Princess Divine
Your beauty and brillance 'tis fair
A Grecian Calvary of knights are bound
To rescue you from captivity there
Thy Round table had thine discussion
And passed thy vote afore mid-day
So soon under a mid-day lemon sun
From thine snares you'll be taken away
Your beauty 'twas Hercules Earthy motive
So furative and greedy with hedonist lust
And the headniness of your beguiling scent
But the Knights they turned Hercules to dust
poem by Theodora Onken
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