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The Nympholept
He’d gone too far—he leapt, now leaps
where others dare not even creep—
into forests blackened by the night
—just the thought drives most sane men to fright.
And there the nymph in deep shadows waits—
the one who will decide his fate.In the pale of the moonlight she begins the dance—
a dainty step, then a bound, and prance.
And as she whirls around this captive soul,
he stares transfixed by her unearthly glow.
Ten thousand times with as many men
has she escorted them all to the very same end.What mortal can withstand this sight
of a nymph blazing passionate in the night,
seducing surreally the male heart
as if with magical potions and feminine arts?
Yet offering nothing more than merely this:
a captivating dance and undelivered kiss.So through the night he’s knocked down, pulled in
by this delicate creature’s most immaculate sin.
He’s a nympholept and can no longer fight
the urge—so he’ll return tomorrow night
and for every night until the day he dies—
when the nymph by first kiss takes his dying *sigh*.So does the nympholept mortally serve the whim
of the nymph forever hidden in the forest dim.
Month: April 2011
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About leaping
nympholept, from Greek nympholēptos frenzied, literally, caught by nymphs, from nymphē + lambaneinto seizeFirst Known Use: 1775 -
Dreamland, aka Lake View Cemetery, Cleveland Ohio
Perhaps. But not enough to escape the inevitable.
Hrmm... I wonder what's under there?
I suppose you'd have to be to budge this.
Even in death, Lower didn't escape his fate.
(yes, the Upper rock IS attached)I was just about, as we tightly cuddled,
hearts beating together,
to sweetly whisper to you in assuring breaths
of my forever enduring love when –God barged in, took me aside, and said:
“Dude. I just thought I should let you know—
all of life, the whole world, ended over 5 billion years ago.”And He explained...
“You see, there was a supernova chain reaction
that enveloped all and banished matter right out of existence.
Now all there is is the Cosmic Glow of what had been—
It’s just a faint remembrance, this Golden Cosmic Glow.”Cuddle (momentary) interruptus. And then I realized,
as I melted back into what had been,
that we were just a puddle of shimmer
together in that Glow,
and all that we had ever intended for one another,
all our pledges of “never ever letting go of you”
had, my love, come true.
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