He wouldn't fear Hercules
in pursuit, the death awaiting,
if he could gallop away with his muse
on his arms, thundering to his fate,
her soft flesh quivering on his arms,
driven by lustful hope of arrow finding
him only after mounting her, piercing
shaft and all the coming pain worth
it if could have ride her first, piercing
her with his shaft. And that revenge
which would burn Hercules he could
pass if the arrow was late and found
him fulfilled in her.
22.03.2025
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