Dr. Zeus – Book II – Canto XXVIII

Of the stupid mistake
That my son did make,
Of his disregard, his lack of care
And the maiden whom he thought so fair,
Of the dread result of one simple cause
And his foresight, which never gave pause,
Of how he destroyed a life
With no intent of any real strife
-Oh Halcyon muses nine-
For your version I simply haven’t the time
For greater than what he’s done
Above all else, he is my son
The good, the ill, it does not matter
I am him father, and thus, never would flatter
I only hope to embarrass him more
For what else, really?, is daddy good for?

To Be a Tree Oh! Daphne!

Is it the size, the shape, or how you use?
On this Apollo and Cupid did muse

Apollo wanted it big and strong
Anything else would simply be wrong

Cupid however, took the opposite view
One which I, myself, am amenable to

He thought that any would do the job
Size did not matter, when the heart he would rob

“Sure you will, with that little stick.”
Sniggered Apollo that arrogant prick

Thus my son incensed Cupid’s ire
Causing him respond with Love’s true fire

For though Apollo knew the future well
On his own, he never did dwell

He must always be able revel in joy
“It’ll all be perfect” thought that golden boy

So he was not ready – he had no warning!
When in his mind, affection was forming

For that “little stick” was all Cupid did need
To put gods and mortals on a very tight lead

He wished Apollo to be shown his’ match
And thus sought a quarry which he never would catch

So when that naiad, Daphne, drew near
For Apollo, he knew whom to make dear

And when that little arrow pierced him to bone
Apollo’s  new passion, brightly it shone

And lastly, using an arrow tipped in lead
He would, for Daphne, make all interest dead

With this in place his plan was done
And he, sitting back, enjoyed the fact that he’d won

For as an agent of Love he’d seen it sour
And, over him, Sadness and Cruelty had no power

So, though lives in ruin, he would not move
For he thought he’d had something to prove

And with those hearts surely set
He watched as Apollo cast his net

And though he was destined to fail
In the end none would prevail

For even without Cupid’s work
Daphne never would have loved that stupid jerk

For though he had a body for which women did swoon
That mattered not to one with Diana’s boon

So when he approached calling her name
She still would have fled, all the same

But obsession within newly alive
For Daphne he could not help but strive

So though she’d escaped him before
He called out to her, trying once more

“Daphne my dearest love,
You mustn’t run from one above

The two of us will surely be
This I do clearly see

Your lack of finery, your unwashed hair
Your calloused feet and your face, so bare

Your workman’s hands and sunburned skin
Oh – you could be my sister’s twin!

You’re the highest amongst your kind
But all these faults, I pay no mind

For your wild ways I will deftly tame
In this, our chase, my sweetest game.”

But from him she continued to run
For with him she could have no fun

True to herself she had to be
And for this, she must be free

Apollo though was hard to resist
For with such strength he did persist

‘Round ever bend the boy did lurk
It seemed, after all, that fate was at work

But to join a man? – She would have no part of this!
After all, she’d been blessed by Artemis

But how could she outpace a god?
What she’d accomplished already was itself quite odd

Soon however, she came to a river
And up her spine did crawl a shiver

She could pray to her father for help
But before her, his solution, it was clearly spelt

No matter the choice – something sacred to eschew
One freedom or another – what to do? what to do?

But with the sound of my son close behind her
Well, she needed no greater reminder

Nature ensured, no matter the form
That she’d have a freedom her very own

So with heavy heart, that fate, she did embrace
For sadly t’was the only way to end the race

Her skin grew hard and her hair turned moss
But for her t’was no great loss

For though she would miss her human form
She was, as a nymph, a slip of Nature born

With her flesh all whisked away
Bursting forth, on her, his eyes, my son did lay

Falling to his knees, he put out his hand
Brimming with emotions, unfillable, unyieldable – he could not stand!

“Oh Daphne, do I truly see?
Would you rather be a tree than share fate with me?”

When those last words he silently uttered
Beneath his caress her bark tightened and shuddered

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