The Dryad

An Iron Age Media Prompt

Blue-green orb floating in the dark void

Gaia, a luscious woman and a wife

Her love is everywhere, but few annoyed

Her love is shared with all the life

Tender lips press against the skin

Bristly arms wrap in awful pain

Beauty captivates her victim

As toxins seep into their veins

Life shall wilt in her embrace

She lays the corpses in the ground

For her love spirits still chase

As the dryad feeds off that mound

Two souls becoming one world

Mother Earth’s only heart

Into cold cosmos life was hurled

But her love remains its hearth