To a lass with a flamboyant talent of elicitation.
I called upon Hera, times myriad,
Trust gods no more, bank on goddesses.
Delayless she was in her cedes of wish
Granting, and strewn was her course
With ill-destined laugh of a wheelturner.
Lined-under with chatter sweet, every
Visit she made was, and dexterously
Vitrified was each single touch I longed for
Asked not to promise I promised, and
Laughed evil boy in shrills deafening,
Making me promise more, prompting
Me taste despair. Scanting the truths held,
Inducing me to fall, succeeding masterly.
And falling I was with my eyes closed
Cursepraising Hera at earn anguishfull.
Praise-called, curse-called, delayless
She was in lighting my stars high again
Teaching promiselessness to apprentice
Eager. And a blessed child by her hand
Was wreathing her course with fortunelaugh.
I called upon hera, times myriad...
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