Reyvrex Questor Reyes

Love Sonnet 25: 'Help, Hercules! An Eagle Tore A Part' - Poem by Reyvrex Questor Reyes

Help, Hercules! An eagle tore a part,
From my poor liver, swooping from above,
Nay, not my liver, but rather my heart,
And she seems not an eagle, but a dove;
She once did at my table ate, as guest,
Zeus bade, that nary should she so mistreat
The heart that offered all, as host, the best;
But folly, that this heart would so entreat;
For so like Syrinx, she runs really fast,
I'm not Pan, all my breath would just have puffed,
Then came a time, when I held her at last,
That she turned to reeds, such a clumpy tuft;
.....But Oh, this heart been slow to comprehend,
.....And so much slower, when it goes to mend.


Topic(s) of this poem: love

Form: Sonnet

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, May 31, 2012

Poem Edited: Thursday, July 30, 2015

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