I Sing Of The Hesperides 2 Poem by David McLansky

There was a boy,
A farmer's son,
Who over heard her plight,
And pledged to rescue
The lovely nymph
And deliver her that night;
For he reasoned
A monster must
Close its eyes and sleep,
He understood
His love for her
For too his heart did leap;
Hespere turned her perfect eyes
And whispered gratitude
And promised him her full regard,
His courage was renewed;
That night he took a honied wine
And soaked in it Nightshade,
And poured it in a giant stein
And placed it in the glade;
Ladon drank and smacked his lips,
His eyes closed in his heads,
And in the morn still sealed his lids,
For Ladon eyes were dead;
The farmers son ran to Hespere
And told her she was free
Then called her his 'Lady fair, '
Dropping on one knee;
'i did not mean to change my guard
But to live and to breathe free,
I may hold you in high regard,
But love won't imprison me.'
That night the lonely farmer's boy
Hung himself inside his shed,
Thinking of the jealousy
Felt in a hundred heads.