Dr. Zeus – Book II – Canto XXX

Of a victim of Tragedy,
And her great grand strategy,
Of a god’s creation
And his birth’s strange explanation,
Of what was done to his beloved mother
That I swore would happen to no single other,
Of how I fucked it all up
With the arrogance of a brash young pup
-Oh Halcyon Muses nine-
For your version I simply haven’t the time
This tale, while entirely true
Honestly leaves me some ‘splainin’ to do
For it gave me my persona that most do know
Even though ‘tis not how I wanted to grow
And while, Melpomene, I hate being your toy
I can’t be too mad for it made a boy of great joy

You’d Like some Liquid Dionysus Served Over Ice, Yes?

When, thanks to Hera, I spurned Io, my lover
It took me a while to find yet another

Not for a lack of women who at my sight did perspire
But ’cause ’twas not a plain romp in which I found my desire

Sex is all fun, but ’tis not love
Who wants a pigeon when you can chase a dove

Many women just wanted my seed
Though I did not often deny them that need

But there was one women who did catch my eye
And once more I found love which never would die

There was a women, a priestess, who slaughtered a bull
And, with it, poured libations, nice and full

And I, for a lark, chose to appear
And me, before her, she saw, bright and clear

But as I, in corpori, was not really there
I saw not, myself, that pure maiden fair

Not then at least, though it would come to pass
Although she’d break, some time later, my clear heart of glass

But I should, ahead of this story, not continue to get
And so the stage I shall continue to set

I thought some turnabout was fully fair play
And thus sought her out that selfsame day

So as an eagle I took to the sky
And o’er the land did rapidly fly

But a familiar blood, I soon did feel
And this time I’d show her a god made real

A bulls life, through the river, did flow
Revealing Semele and her wondrous glow

Asopos, my hate for you was overly zealous
You see, at the time I felt so very jealous

Having such a beauty wrapped up within
Taking what was mine, it seemed to be sin

But seeing her body, that naked form
Clouded all else and my passions did storm

Her hair, curled deep midnight black
Cascaded, oh so lovely, down her long bronzen back

Hey eyes, a rich chestnut brown
How could they do else but astound

Her hips and thighs, full of curves
Oh! – they excite the nerves

Her arms so silky and smooth
Features all perfect, but a greater did move

For as her, I did sail above
She cast me a look, filled with more than just love

Her presence – each part spelt power
Though confined as it was to her own earthly hour

And then, suddenly, my avarice did melt
For I knew what that river had felt

He had no choice, he knew his place
As did any who looked ‘pon her face

It was clear – she was born to rule
All who claimed elsewise were playing the fool

But still, me, she had chosen to serve
A gift, I could not help but feel, I didn’t deserve

Though I knew it was ’cause she desired my power
Upon her, well, I never could glower

For human, though, she was
I need yield, and command, she does

With no words, no real indication
She dictated to me my brand new station

I under her? – It must seem absurd!
Yet still I descended, staying a bird

And then, while keeping in stream,
She lay down before me and I entered her clear

God in women, women in god
Even for me, this act was quite odd

Asopos though was involved by pure luck
It was me alone she truly wanted to fuck

Once passion waned and water grew cold
She lead me by chin – Oh! How bold!

The water dripped off as I regained human form
She said, walking to hearth, “Let Hestia keep warm”

She laid in my arms as we laid by the fire
Unknowingly stoking my dear wifey’s ire

And later then, as she drifted to sleep
Within me, content, it did creep

Then when dawn came down with her long rosy fingers
I leant down and whispered, “I’m ‘fraid I can’t linger

I have duties to which I must attend
And I need take care, there are none whom I can send

But you have no cause for concern
Do not doubt, I shall return.”

Though I had not Styx to bind
My promise, I still did mind

Day after day with her I did lay
And night after night with her I did stay

Though, she, my godly heart did still
Each other’s appetites we never could fill

She wished to taste what she’d heard from lore
Man, bull, and eagle once more

If only I knew what was in Hera’s mind
For once ‘gain, towards her, I was not being kind

She disliked Semele for carrying my child
More than all else this got her real riled

So one time when I had need be gone
She put on an illusion, one oh so strong

All beauty, she had removed
And her attitude, well, it was much improved

She became a crone of years gone by
All to make me, her husband, her brother cry

But so dissimilar was this crafted guise
That when she came to the door, my love trusted her eyes

Inviting her in, they talked at great length
Of vast many things, but mostly my power and strength

After all her affair, it was no secret
Indeed, my appearances they were all to frequent

Semele bragged she’d had me each way
And in that Hera found chance to subtly slay

“Ah, but there is one which, to his wife, is unique,
His full godly glory, which I do hear is sleek.”

And while the rest of the day went fairly well
On this thought Semele’s mind did dwell

And then, once my wife had left and I had returned
There was but one thing for which Semele yearned

“Zeus?” She asked as though a slaver
“If I might ask but one simple favour?”

“By Styx, of course my dear,
No matter what you wish from me you have nothing to fear.”

And with my promise, oh so sincere,
Her fate I now had made clear

“Love me like your wife, as you do in those stories,
Make love to me with all of your glories.”

Tears then streamed down my face
As, having sworn to Styx, I knew my new place

Slowly I did rise from the ground
Until none could hear my low wailing sound

Within and without, power did crowd
And all ‘round me ‘came a great swirling cloud

And laden with sorrow I began my descent
Despite what I wished, I could not relent

Then, before I could even grow near
Hera’s plan came true, as I did fear

Semele, my love, she was no more
She could not have seen what my wife had in store

No mortal can handle a god’s true might
No solution found through any insight

But, at least, I could save our product of joy
And in my thigh, stitched that fetal young boy

So in there the little god grew
A master true of delight and brew

But twice I did err, that most fateful of days
Swearing to Styx to find some new ways

“No more will I love, not my wife, not another
Never again will my grand power smother

“Instead I’ll just be a creature of lust
Caring only for the body and bust!”

But now, I’m afraid, that this is too much
I have need reprieve from this tale’s pained touch

Instead let us examine another’s pride
And raise a glass of new god, and gladly imbibe

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