In den weiden
A spell that has bewitched me.
A maiden in love,
With the horns of a Devil.
Devil...who gave him a name?
And the connotations of bad to his activities?
For is he not us, a grey character?
Living in the deserts...
Aha...all is so clear now
For when I saw the girls dancing on walpurgisnacht
My feet too, could feel the sand underneath
Soft sand – beautiful sand, flaxen that soothed my heart
Under the full moon, it shone with might
Soft sands...so soft and gorgeous, that it won my heart!
But how can the softeness, the sleekness of its curves, the gentleness of a desert
Be equated to the horns of a Devil?
Is he... really the Devil?
Thus, while flipping the pages of a biography,
I came across Jupiter Ammon.
My head now puts together the puzzles of my mind
"Jupiter Ammon, it is." I know, I know...
Amun!
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Anyone knows about him? :)
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Words And Secrets
PoetryWords spill out secrets And the more I speak, the more I regret Yet, my lips remain parted until I utter a new word And so it goes on, this story of telling tales!❣
