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The Dryad's CurseThe Man stood Enchanted By the woody beauty that peeked at him from the leavesThe Dryad's Curse
The Man would Must, have her He told himself stepping deftly from the windblown reeds
The woman fair With green tinged hair Who beckoned him with grace
He must obey That pretty faye Her darkly tinted face
The Man walked Not caring What happened as long as he obtained her loving arms
The Man stopped Not moving Transformed into an arbor by the lonely Dryad's charms
She longed to be With men not trees To fill
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