To Err Is Human ‘songstresses'

She's a contralto, With high sustaining, notes Her voice is a salvo, O' the rapture, she emotes Calling-on spicy, Bacchus... In 'lightness' or 'heaviness'. She specializes in control. Like a skylark, circling at Dawn's heartstring, cajole! Her lips; heady, Muscat Sing, their ritual, madness. On this poor sap; Dionysus… He fought with giant, Titans The dramatic is the deepest. Florid passages filled heaven, His tears wept there; shrillest. She was like a priestess Or better still a princess. O' she even sings alto, Holding a spike of grain O' she's the onset of Virgo' And, his heart has been slain. In 'lightness' or 'heaviness' To err is human; ‘songstresses'.