Describe Adonis.

In red anemone let Adonis come
whence of his anointed blood have so sprung
from gored loin wild boar Syrian.
The Nile has bled her mensturation,
on her mire the swineherd has trodden,
scattered & harvest threshed the seed & corn,
consecrated it in Astarte´s name,
her Byblos temple of red anemone.

She who will suckle him from her nipple,
red as anemones, milk of life & death,
whose lips of blood & wine kiss fickleless
from the moon the sun born child´s full
face, together embraced in red anemone,
as the bards song of the ages is sung.

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Describe Adonis