Dr. Zeus – Book II – Canto VI

Of what has yet to unfold
Though it’s now being told
Of another set test
Where he has to impress
Of the way which he does
Telling tales of what not yet was
Of love, but a different kind
Than the one that you now have in mind
-Oh Halcyon Muses nine-
For your version I simply haven’t the time
As with Orpheus still I’m not through
And with him now I know what to do
So shall he sing his very next tale?
Hoping ‘gainst fate soon to prevail
Let’s watch and see if he now does well
And follows the advice that Hate did tell

Words to Wailing all About Sailing

As closer he came to Styx’s son
The only sound did wailing become

Which future to tell, ‘twas so hard to choose
For many, he knew, would their happiness lose

While most would tear hair and cry
From lamentation only few would die

So settled in mind he knew what to say
And towards Cocytus he made his way

Once he arrived at the river’s divide
‘Twas due north that he now had to stride

The river warm was all full of salt
And ‘twas Cocytus who was truly at fault

For his crying now was all through the air
To live such despair – it hardly seemed fair

Such an existence meant two would be things
Two reactions to what Orpheus sings

He might make light the bard’s sorrowful plight
But to increase, he may wish, simply for spite

Soon, though, as the sound did grow
The god Cocytus did himself show

As always he sat alone on a rock
And he seemed to be in no mood for talk

Tears without end streamed down his drawn face
Orpheus could find of joy not a trace

Himself the god could not bring to dress
I do confess – he seemed in distress

With a sniffle up he looked from his hands
Over to Orpheus, where he did stand

“Dear god” he said, “I know I don’t know
How the feeling in you do sour and grow

“But I understand that hearts’ pain you gain
Of all those who enter Dis’s domain

“I may, however, alleviate some
By telling you what of one will become

“Some time it will soon come to be
That Theseus will his people set free

“But Aegeus, his father, he’ll be in no hurry
As for his son he will rightfully worry

“He’ll think that he may be too weak
To kill that dreadful monster of Crete

“And one son he’ll already have lost
To banish Madea, was it all worth the cost?

“And if Minos’s monster does mortally maul
Without an heir Athens surely would fall

“But above all concerns, above all of the rest
He feared for his son, for him he loved best

“For Theseus was the last of his kin
And compared to that who else could win

“But ‘gainst him Theseus will continue to fight
For he’ll wish to end the Athenians’ plight

“So eventually he must objections resign
He must accept his son’s own design

“Thus with Theseus he’d then strike a deal
To, before his return, the result reveal

“As always in mourning they’d set their sails black
But they might change them before heading back

“For if successful they’d be new and white
If Theseus survived his harrowing fight

“So with heavy heart he’ll watch his son go
And ‘cross the sea the ships’ll glide slow

“On a cliff, every day, he’ll stare out at the sea
Hoping that soon he’ll with his son be

“Weeks and weeks will he have to wait
Before finding out what is his son’s fate

“But one day familiar ships will he spy
And, shaking, will he break down and cry

“For the sails, they’ll not have been changed
Meaning to Minos still they were chained

“But even more, the loss of his son
‘Twill cause his joy to forever be done

“He’ll toss himself off, down onto the rocks
Down where the seabirds gather their flocks

“But when this happens let not sadness swell
For to you, still, I have more yet to tell

“For ‘twill be a mistake of a most dreadful kind
And Aegeus’s pain, well, you should pay it no mind

“The sails they’ll have forgot to change
An oversight that seems impossibly strange

“But ‘tis truth – ‘tis what they will do
Despite that in his trial Theseus came through

“So no matter the sorrow Aegeus will feel
His son’s future still will be real

“I know that this news can not help you much
But I hope it’s, at least, an emotional crutch

“So a gift I beg you, grant it to me
Your help, you see, to Eurydice free”

His crying then, it reduced a little
And he wiped his face of the tears and spittle

He walked to Orpheus, right up to his face
Then he held him in a viselike embrace

“Of course. thank you.” he quietly said
“I won’t keep her in the land of the dead”

But this trial done he still couldn’t smile
For, alone in his arms, the god cried for a while

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