Play With Myth

(1) Send me some hug, Can't fathom the cold Send me some light, And free me from this Dark, deep, and plutonian pit. Send me your heart Through Eros's arrows Five fathom deep I'll come to life. (2) Feel my bosom My warmth Open the gift There's a key That would lift Untangle the ribbon Before Atropos does There's no Anteros But here's me, so Live! (Roger Roger A. Pautan Jr.) (3) Anteros punished him With golden arrow, aimed. Then Atropos took the lead Called Clotho, commanded To twirl the thread. And peace, at last! Cornucopia of tranquility With Zephyros's breeze. And Notus hid, in slumber cast. (4) In South's sleep, Boreas awakes Euros's Deciduous dispersed Nostalgia to Phthonos Oh Hera, can he be claimed? Where in Anemoi, will Eros's arrow hit Or can Oizys grief beat? The heart of this man has left.