Nymph

Lo— encloaked in silver gale
Glassy eyes beyond the pale
Windy, turbulent, yet frail
Signing mourning songs

Wreathed, entwined in verdant growth
Honey, Nectar, poison-both
Tracing vines betray an oath:
"Never harm a soul"

Apple, pomegranate, grape
Essence coats a tender shape
Crimson fingers clenching nape
Parted, drunk with bliss

Frigid water's stranglehold
Deftly dodging dreams of gold
Splitting visage sevenfold
Balancing the scale

Silver song that fades to white
Slender shards of malachite
Juices red with every bite
Finally— she's made.