Casting Out the Nymph

Daphne, so serenely being beautiful in the woods
And wretched Hades sees you, and wishes to bed.
He touches, and chases, and holds you down good
But has no desire for you and he to be wed.
No, he just wishes to taste your fruits, and every man
You meet is possessed by the Satyr's dance
Of chasing good Daphne across the forest
For there is great Lustings in the land.
You go to the pub, the street the chapel
And there you find a satyr gives chase
My LORD, purge sweet Daphne of this feral
Thing, so she can be pure, and honest and chaste.
Not have her scarred memories of wicked, awful rape.
No... give release from this demon by Jehovah-Jireh great.