Cupid

CUPID/EROS Oh! Erato, Muse of the poetry of love Inspire me today I supplicate you for I aspire for HIM to write HIM: CUPID, the son of Venus Goddess of beauty, and of Mercury, The cunning messenger Of Gods Guide my pen, Oh, Muse, I implore you, a hymn for HIM to write A worthy hymn For this sweet winged-tyrant of Mortals’ hearts, This merciless despot of Mankind The looks of his mother taken and The shrewdness of his father Irresistible forever Has remained and Easily into our souls Uninvited infiltrates, paralyzing Every resistance of Ours Then unopposed He marches on: Conquering every heart, Subjugating every will, Dominating every mind and Becoming the absolute master Of our being No armies are able to resist His charms No troops are willing to make a Stand against him Instead, they are: Readier to embrace the shadow of death, than To live under the Sun of the living Readier to be defeated by Cupid’s sweet arrows, than To be victorious Readier to exist in shameful infamy, than To claim fame eternal Easy for me is now To comprehend Divine, Homer, Who describes you, CUPID, as “Invincible in battle.” Yes, YOU are INVINCIBLE, Indeed! For no mortal, no matter how Powerful, Be he a king or a simple soldier, Is willing to take arms Against you on the battlefield Of love But he eagerly his soul Trades for Just a probable morsel of Happiness, A dim hope of love eternal And thus, Without giving a single blow, CAPITULATES! ©Demetrios Trifiatis 2 January 2013