Hierarch Sinorix desired Galatea,
behaved as buzzard, plotted and killed
her husband Sinatos, so now she as widow
has no choice but take the hand of Hierarch.
Galatea Camma leaned over and said:
'I'm yours, let us drink from your wine.'
She pours poison in the two bowls
sending Hierarch Sinorix to hell,
herself to meet her only love, Sinatos,
both be tied with a volcano bond tasting
ambrosia in cups of various materials
gold, silver, wood, clay, glass,
not feeling the material but only the taste.
She loved her man to the end of pain.
The pain has ceased, love shines above.
© JosephJosephides
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