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The Song of the Swan and the Raven
They called themselves poets,
They were great grammarians,
They spoke very well with their mouths,
But,
They didn't speak with their hearts,
And the princess
Sought the Alpine Star,
From the North, the South,
The East and the West,
But they did not find it,
From the lands where men,
Forgot their Love for War,
And learned to love gold more,
More than Love itself,
Now, they lose wars and win Alms,
And sell their Nordic and Mediterranean beauty,
To be loved at the Altar of Aphrodite,
But Aphrodite,
Loved War and married the lame Blacksmith,
Who gave her alms (of affection)
And from the stolen Rose,
From the Daughter of the King of Phoenicia,
Taken to the Tropics,
From the Sons of Caesar,
To Tropical Lands,
Was born a Scion of Hades,
Who harbored darkness within,
But also kept an infinite love,
And he
Looked at all this,
And contemplated so many times,
The Face of Medusa,
That his gaze turned to Stone,
Everything he couldn't see,
And what became immobile,
Moved everything else,
Moved Georgios,
Who listened to the soft music,
Of Satyrs in Carnival,
And blasphemed,
Mocked and threw stones at those,
Bacchantes,
For the wine no longer inebriated,
It became juice,
Music, like Water,
Needs to flow,
For Bacchus of this land,
Made it his Abode,
And banished the other Gods,
And said that in the Earthly Eden,
There would only be drunkenness and indolence,
And everyone was happy,
But, they discovered that,
Even in Bacchic Lands,
One hears the Sad suffering,
For in the Festivities,
There was no joy,
They were masked balls,
In which everyone cried,
But the masks showed joy,
And Mirrors were placed on the walls,
Narcissus, however,
Refused to see his image,
He knew that drowning again,
In his own vanity,
Would bring back the Apple,
The golden apple,
And the Goddesses,
Would war,
And there would be no more peace,
In that Constant War,
And we were made captives,
Of drunkenness,
Watched and Hounded,
For,
The King's Face was Guarded,
Cured of Leprosy,
But,
His disease was Love,
The love for those Christians,
Who no longer believed in God,
The priests who lost Faith,
The Daughters of Eve who choked,
On the apple,
And the sons of Adam,
Who in the deepest cave of Erebus,
Were bound,
And seeing the shadow of distant lights,
Were blinded,
And even if, Like Argos,
They had a hundred eyes,
They would see nothing,
Beyond what their scant minds,
And their scant hearts,
Were incapable of Beholding.
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