Goddess, Venus, did ask her son,
Cupid, if he would do a job.
Cutting her nails needed be done.
Fingers and toes had grown a gob.
So Cupid used an arrow to
Cut Mom's nails and they did fall from
Mount Olympus changing their hue
To black gemstones in mortaldom.
Greeks considered the stones divine,
And shaped and polished them to be
Showed off as possessions most fine,
Shiny black art and jewelry.
Called onyx meaning nail in Greek,
Divine pieces mortals would seek.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Cupid's arrows did run true, but he's old and short sighted now and his arrows miss their target. A lovely poem and a good 5