Sweet Hermione 5th poem I wanted to write a poem about the craving of trying to be everything in one. But it didn't worked out, I guess, because it became this one. This poem is about a naïve girl. She doesn't see danger coming, though everything gets worse and worse. Even the end she thinks she's still safe. --- Naivity She'd love to be the daughter The mistress in suspence When fudge was stroking her Set up the sweet romance Though nastiness was calling Like rushes to a head How average she warned so How sourly overwet The kitten faced the evening She picked it for a price Her writst got trembled in this The salt black burning skies The storm proved in desire A darkness over shell She whispered in all beauty How bitter roads can tell... -----------------------------------