Tungstenturtle Poetry

Satyr

Half man, half goat and fully fay,
from ancient greek mythology,
always funny, perhaps some gay,
enjoying life, their ideology,

little flutes and funny jumping,
in some dreamy clearing,
some playful adolescent bumping,
shy, if someone is nearing.

Male in most of the cases,
accompanied by beautiful dryads,
noone save from their lustful chases,
seldom they stay in dyads.

What a joy their erotic dance,
to celebrate youth, fun and grace,
if you hush a glance,
you are in a mystical place.

Music is filling the air and the branches,
fluent movement a symphony of magic,
somtimes they even do planches,
all fun and games, nothing tragic.

A summer dream, lightful and nice,
enjoy it, let the satyr seduce you,
beauty without a price,
only imagination, but a fantasy true.