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Rusalka
Under the Strawberry Moon, the pagans found her there
Surfacing from the worldly waves, a Rusalka laid bare
As she danced on fertile fields
Dew drops dripped from her hair to bring high yields
But modern man, soaked in the sweat of his unease
Say the undead maidens seduce them under sacred seas
That poor, unbaptized girl did drown
Forced to live out her days with wild hair unbound
Once sacred, now profane
A hallowed object to obtain
Pulled like a wicked weed from the marshes, meadows, and moss
He came to tame the succubus with his cross
Anchored by patriarchal rings
And bound to serve earthly kings
But, in dry wells dwells nothing that can bloom
Her womb, a tomb
When celestial combs can no longer glide through locks like a curse
Even a mermaid can die of thirst
© poetrybybex
Surfacing from the worldly waves, a Rusalka laid bare
As she danced on fertile fields
Dew drops dripped from her hair to bring high yields
But modern man, soaked in the sweat of his unease
Say the undead maidens seduce them under sacred seas
That poor, unbaptized girl did drown
Forced to live out her days with wild hair unbound
Once sacred, now profane
A hallowed object to obtain
Pulled like a wicked weed from the marshes, meadows, and moss
He came to tame the succubus with his cross
Anchored by patriarchal rings
And bound to serve earthly kings
But, in dry wells dwells nothing that can bloom
Her womb, a tomb
When celestial combs can no longer glide through locks like a curse
Even a mermaid can die of thirst
© poetrybybex
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