MY GREEK TRAGEDY

River of styx behold
This lovely dame is mine
Which the oracle had long foretold
But’ll taste the strife of Eris’ wine
 
Ye who bear Galatea’s charm
Which I myself could not resist
But thou share Helen’s touch of harm
Yet I of Hermes’ gift insist
 
Tender Cupid to thee I beg
May she be my Persephone
But Hades threats an awful plague
So better not these feelings be

The god of Death unleashed its scythe
My damsel hits the underworld
Mighty Zeus do strike thy light
Beside her I be hurled

Apollo’s words were indeed blessed
And proves he breathes no false
Now I rest with my beloved
No harm, no threats nor walls