Sylvia died all too young
the Reaper
disguised himself as Pan
shaky-souled she followed any flute
especially
those speaking of peace
the one of love proved false
but Pan's
promised beauty
All too many bees in her bonnet
only one cube,
called Ted
sitting there, seeped in honey
alluring her before
turning on the gas
all that poetic toil for nothing
except more
pain, more anguish
When the bees take possession
Ted turns a
widower once again
and Sylvia goes skye diving
humming with the
bees
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