Laurel

God of light
Whose ego shone
Boasting of his strength

God of love
Who with his bow
Plots now his revenge

Which power greater
Gold or lead?
Desire or to despise?

Arrows do their targets find
Pierced hearts must now comply

One chases while the other shuns
Entreat; retreat; pursue

Matched equally
Her fragile lead
Holds between the two

Yet passion’s heat cannot be quelled
Light’s speed soon finds its prey

She who is chased
Pleads of her sire
To flee that certain fate

As wanton hands
Now reach smooth flesh
Ere he can slake his thirst

Her graceful arms
Twist into boughs
And legs root to the earth.