Son of Venus
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" CUPID " MY PHOTO, ©
Oh! Erato,
Divine Muse of the poetry of love,
I beseech you to inspire me today
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, tender Muse,
I implore you, since a worthy hymn for HIM I
Wish to write,
For this sweet winged-tyrant of mortals’ hearts,
This merciless despot of mankind.
The looks of his mother he has taken, and
The shrewdness of his father
Thus
Irresistible forever has remained and
Easily into our souls, uninvited infiltrates,
Paralyzing each of our resistance.
Then, unopposed, 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 against him to fight,
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 emerge victorious.
Readier to exist in shameful infamy than
To claim fame eternal.
Easy for me is now to comprehend,
The poet of old times, who describes you, CUPID,
As being “Invincible in battle.”
Yes, indeed you are INVINCIBLE,
For no mortal- no matter how powerful he is-
Be he a king or just 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 a single blow to give, he willingly,
SURRENDERS!
©Demetrios Trifiatis
06 June 2021
Copyright © Demetrios Trifiatis | Year Posted 2021
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