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Post by oskar345 on Jun 21, 2023 7:14:08 GMT 1
Salacia
Where two mountains almost meet, there is a canyon Of boulders and unfriendly nature, such as thorny bushes And self-hating trees and among thistles, snakes roam
It was there in a deep cave the lady of clear water lives She is Salacia, the goddess of spring water and rivers Where salmons thrive, and trout wake at dawn
Myth has it the mountain woman had wide hips made For childbearing and undiluted frizzing of lovemaking Naturally, any young man wanted to conquer her love
To get to the god who had the key to the origin of water To meet and drown in the bosom of spirituality was An adventure only the bravest dared to risk their life
Torn to shreds by bushes, snapped by the branches of Tree of hatred, and to avoid snakes and scorpions too Much bloodied, they came down from the mountain
It is said a few met the Salacia, who avidly loved them Sated, she threw them into the river ending at the ocean For Poseidon, the king of Briny, to find her an answer
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