A summers eve was warm with wind,

Yet in the water swamps, forbid

Young Hylas did pace by the bank

With but a small clay water tank

 

A whisper was along the breeze,

But nothing of this did he foresee

When bending down to fill his tank

Without a word, it suddenly sank

 

A silvery lighted arm arose

Along with it, sweet lips of rose

And over the deep green waters brim

Slid a Nymph, whom gazed at him

 

Her eyes were dark but frozen still

With a threat to cry a thrill

But then a moment passed for she

Decided that harm none would he

 

And arm outstretched, so long and slim

She brought it very close to him

And then her cool sweet touch did dawn

On his arm, for ever long

 

Her face was blessed with waters kiss

And droplets found no place to miss

Her neck was long and poised at him

And ready were her legs, so slim

 

And no word did she utter yet,

But he knew not, what he would get

When her shimmering arm did touch

His heart did feel a little rush

 

And suddenly in her deep eyes

He did see a sight that brought surprise

For in that gaze, from heaven above

He did see but a sigh of love

 

And closer did she wriggle near

Until her body did appear

Completely seated on the bank

And heavens did young Hylas thank

 

For she was more beautiful then

A woman that came from heaven

and just one second did they feel

a little pull on both their reels

 

Of heart and soul, of tinted cheek

a different love he had never seen

and share this love, they did indeed

Hylas fell, and none could impede

 

And in her hand, did sit his own

and closer down did they both go

under the blanket of emerald green sea

with one last glance, they were never seen

 

Some say it was a trick of Fae

and that he was killed, and to this day

his body lies beneath the swamp

for signs to other soldiers lost

 

Yet some believe, it was indeed

a love that came a suddenly

and to this day they live below

hands enclasped, in a deathly chokehold