Dryad

in the depths of the forest
a pure beauty dwelled
summoning wandering souls

so many a man
went and followed her call
sweet whipsers, taking their tolls

as they basked in her grace
and got lost in her touch
her embrace, so sweet and so warm

they never quite sensed
the strangling vines, encircling,
entangling their form

and so they stood tall
for many a day
their hearts locked firm on her gaze

till their eyes closed at last
souls left mortal form
dreaming of her sweet embrace

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