Hestia by Ron Adams In her cups there are many mansions In her Houses there are many rooms Hidden rooms, discovered rooms. The lonely room where love has been shut out. The room where the light comes in and life goes on. The room where she danced as a virgin And became pregnant from thin air. She lites the sacrificial fires. She tends the sacrificial prayers. Nothing will hurt her family. She is modest/her veil is the pall of death. She suckles the little children. Tends to the hearth evermore. Dont vex her cause shes the queen of curses Bless her and a hearty meal, bottle o wine await thee at every turn.
Posted on: Mon, 11 Aug 2014 01:45:05 +0000
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