Their Speculative Smother
Every autumn wind as it
smote
his cherubic face in
angst cried.
Not at the twinges of the
wailing wind,
at vexing life’s play;
nowhere to hide.
Angels around in sly
sneers shunned
his impending doom; a
monster to slay.
A rumor it was; his
reputation at stake,
was the puzzling
question! Was he gay??
In the weeping willows
Lifeless grey glades now swept
where verdant life once did smile
A mother’s wail as Venus moaned
her rage erupting a volcano in a mile.
The seasons fled by in dreaded fear,
abomination he was of her bust.
A perfect man she had prayed for
now lay mortified by rusty ochre dust.
Soul in misery
Tormenting souls as he
aimlessly strayed
unmatched prowess; bolts
of silver grey.
Winged demon with an
impish grin,
repenting he was with a
million sin.
Blasphemed reverence
wrought his shadow
his sex symbol painting a
picture sorrow.
As psyche lay dreaming of
a charming prince
Cupid’s mistake she bore;
no words to mince.
Mother in rejoice
Melancholy gave way to a marauding
mirth
Thy child of her found a mortal mate.
As heavens echoed in romantic carols,
Elated she was ; cupid fell to love’s
bait.
Finally wielding the golden hammer,
thence love god smiled in enamored
peace
Breaking the cold ice; rampaging all
rumor.
at Psyche’s smile; he lay forever on
his knees.
For those few in the dark : The poem is about the love god
Cupid, rumors are strife that cupid is a gay :P…he is frustrated and in that
heat he mistakenly pierces himself with his own arrow and falls in love with a
mortal named Psyche. Initially his mother Venus laments about the fact that he
is a gay and when finally her son also falls in love (with a girl) she
rejoices…this is purely a figment of my imagination. Nonetheless I twisted the facts
a li’l bit.
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