Greek Mythology Anyone?
Deep in the labouring night
a newborn's cries outbreathes
She was born of quenched love
vanquished in a storm, upon a surly
shore of a half-dead crew,
in wild October
when the wind raged round the Black-Sea.
It is said the moon reached out,
extracting the child from her mother's
while bewitching reels of light
blessed her with the power of Zeus
By fate's decree her mortal mother
bid life a fond farewell, sickened
with regret, freed from rumor's tongue,
her honor saved.
Phantoms wander round the shapeless sands,
dwindling in dust by the rot and rust
that time hath rendered.
Laughing in a brook treading a lonely stare
little maiden plays with whimsical nyaids,
splashing among lilies in quiet streams;
a child's psyche gifted with glorious dreams.