latin9

Called Circe for my yellow eyes - a hawk and creature - never human - raised in halls obsidian in shiny dark - behind the sun . The halls of Helios we run - my mother was an Oceanid - and we are of    the Titan race . We Elder folk of seas and skies - Before the gods - Before the flood and humans who they made from mud and beasts of all kinds . We are blood of primal type  - before the fall . One day our folk will rule as once we did from Infra dark     to Outer Space . What is this trick , this power Divine of turning sailors into swine ? And was it Circe's purple wine ? As if the power to Change was mine ! My spectrum shines on what lies hid , My rays just lighting Up the face Anita Greg 19/04/2018

Ut   loca   laudavit , summas   pede   contigit   undas : his   quoque   laudatis  “ procul   est ” ait  “ arbiter   omnis ; nuda   superfusis   tingamus   corpora   lymphis .” Parrhasis   erubuit . Cunctae   velamina   ponunt : una   moras   quaerit . Dubitanti   vestis   adempta   est ; qua   posita   nudo   patuit   cum   corpore   crimen . Attonitae   manibusque   uterum   celare   volenti “ i   procul   hinc ” dixit  “ nec   sacros   pollue   fontes ” Cynthia ; deque   suo   iussit   secedere   coetu . She loved the place and tested the water with her foot. Pleased with this too she said ‘Any witness is far away, let’s bathe our bodies naked in the flowing water.’ The Arcadian  girl blushed: all of them took off their clothes: one of them tried to delay: hesitantly the tunic was removed and there her shame was revealed with her naked body. Terrified she tried to conceal her swollen belly. Diana cried ‘Go, far away from here: do not pollute the sacred fountain!’ and the Moo