Those two days the brief hours saliently witnessed
A pristine noteworthy bout, a piece of history perhaps;
The lustful error when gods mate with the mortal type
And the walls between saints and sins of ether collapse.
Does a god fallen from the airs wander in the bosom of the earth,
Or does he his wounded wings renew with balm for a return above?
The error of a sovereign does not allow his stay among the minions;
Princes mustn’t give pigs their pearls, nor should pigs show them love.
Such was the case that ill-fated Saturday evening
When drunken Adonis left his ornate honored throne
To frolic with a stupefied Demeter exiled by passion
And untamed need from the earth’s most arid horn.
Adonis is reminded of his error by some mystic impulse
But finds his flightless self entombed in lay transience,
Demeter, a lesser deity by many counts, lures him to stay
But he has to obey the lyrical call of the fallen Alcaeus.
He finds himself reciting an Alcaic verse,
“I now can fly at will…”at last he discovers!
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