'O violet coloured cloud of <br />Thine dawn <br />A princess 'tis captured 'neath <br />For Hercules layed open his snare <br />Whilst now he watches you breathe <br /> <br />Iola 'O Iola Ephemeral Princess Divine <br />Your beauty and brillance 'tis fair <br />A Grecian Calvary of knights are bound <br />To rescue you from captivity there <br /> <br />Thy Round table had thine discussion <br />And passed thy vote afore mid-day <br />So soon under a mid-day lemon sun <br />From thine snares you'll be taken away <br /> <br />Your beauty 'twas Hercules Earthy motive <br />So furative and greedy with hedonist lust <br />And the headniness of your beguiling scent <br />But the Knights they turned Hercules to dust<br /><br />Theodora (Theo) Onken<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lola-2/
