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The Crying of the Lyre

March 21, 2015
By Hazell BRONZE, Arvada, Colorado
Hazell BRONZE, Arvada, Colorado
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Hear mine call, to the Gods above
A cry of lost, forsaken love
A song of woeful prose and rhyme
Eternal through the ends of time.

 

For with this song I shall lament,
With painful anguish, and tears pent,
My love, whose sudden, unseen plight
Would be that of the serpent’s bite.

 

But oh good fortune, that my cry
Would reach the heavens by and by,
And see the Gods show pity then
To treat me fair of higher men.

 

Now granted entree, away I’ll go
To bargain with the Gods below
It’s this I cross the Devil’s land
With pleading promise for her hand.

 

Beyond the grasp of sights obscene
There sat mine Lord and wicked queen,
Sat high above upon their throne
Of twisted roots and mangled bone.

 

Now finding strength covert by fear
I brandish forth my timeworn Lyre
And sing my song of sorrows known
In hopes to weaken hearts of stone.

 

And after ears had heard me mourn
Mine Lord looked down with weakened scorn
With sadness cast across his eyes
A knowing visage, old and wise.

 

So loud, mine Lord let out a scream
Of vicious grace and bold esteem
And called forth men of broken will,
Of disastrous fate, and fortune ill.

 

And then, from blackness, did embark
My love, behind a shroud of dark
Her features hid by darkness cast
Of grimmest twilight, unsurpassed.

 

   While depth of shadows did enthrall
Mine Lord did forth attention call
His mouth released a fiendish croak
And in the devil’s rhyme, he spoke;

 

“My son must stop and not stare in,
Upon my men’s infernal prayer
Though darkness calls your love from sin
She’s not yet free of terms unfair.

 

Her hands shalt stay, bound by her chain
And by shackles; she shalt be led
And whilst you cross my grim domain
My son must always look ahead.

 

For with your bride so close behind
A temptation will call thy name
But turn thy head and you shalt find
Her soul is mine to once reclaim.”

 

And so I led her, over hill
Through stony caverns; wind did chill
Across the barren lands unkind,
My love still followed close behind.

 

And when the raging rivers thrashed,
The thunder roared and lightning flashed
And wretched corpses screamed and bled,
I still did always look ahead.

 

Then soon we crossed the murky sea
While flesh and form perverted me,
And though tormented by this place,
I sought no comfort by her face.

 

Then through shadows, a welcome sight,
The under realm dispersed by light
And while the light did shine and glare
I felt a stillness in the air.

 

“My bride, my love, oh don’t you see
The light that shines in front of me
While beams of Heaven pulse and flare
Please, speak a word to show you’re there.”

 

But silence on my ears did fall
She spoke no word or sound at all
Nor did she shout, or curse, or swear
But waited silent, unaware.

 

And in that moment, I did dare,
Give in to frail, errant greed
To turn and see my bride and heir
And ensure she hath followed lead.

And so I looked and sought to stare
Upon her face, and beauty fare
Our single glance, a moments share,
Before the chant of Hade’s Prayer.
  
Mine Lord came forth into affair
And took my love with gentle care,
And then he spoke, a blessing rare,
His parting words of dim despair

 

"Thou sought to enter, under creed,

On notions  final and agreed

That if my warning, you not heed,
No longer shalt your love you lead."

 

Then back into mine Lord’s domain,
He took my love under his reign
Where old and wicked souls were drawn
Into the black abyss, she’d gone.

 

And then alone, this land my bane,

I turned and fled with ail and pain
No longer more I sang, but cried
Without my love there by my side.

 

It’s here and now I do remain
To hold a view of own disdain,
That ‘til the very ends of time
She’ll be no pairing to my rhyme.

 

Hear mine call, to the God’s above,
A cry that I forsake my love
Forever in the ruined land
She’s left behind, by my own hand.


The author's comments:

A poem based on the story of Orpheus and Eurydice. 


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