Ten Days of Woe and One of Bliss

ten days of woe,

and one of bliss

to fill my thirst i feed on this crisp yet sweet flavor

a dive into the unknown substance within my core

OH IT SHIVERS!

as the breeze crosses the river within these mountains

the voice speaks

and at the peak of my climax the image of wonder crosses my mind

-the ninth lost verse written by the ninth missing nymph

on olympus dismay

the unexpected rhyme emerges from the dead

and joins the table amidst laughs and thunderous claps

oh lord

i have preached for these days