Ode To Virgil Poem by Brett White

Poetry poureth from the depths of my Soul,
Like Lethe burneth avec brimstoned coal.
To burn with Hope I shall always aspire,
Higher and higher, alit like Dido's funeral pyre.
While Aeneas, I am not, Trojan Wars I've fought;
Defending my Heart like Troy, all for nought.
Like Priam, my Love was slain on an altar,
Yet I shall fight til death like Heroic Hector.
And nectar I sought, yet the sting I received;
Please delight my senses once more, though deceived,
Forsooth, I knoweth I shall always be...
Drowning in Faux Love's illusory reverie.