I strummed the lyre clutched within my arms. They were heavy with grief, her absence a pain worse than death.
"Rapt over the crevice, impelled by love, you flew. In a wondrous cave, a captive maid to woo.
"Come, blessed queen, honored wife, the source of life. Bear the heavenly light, whose grassy plains delight, sweet to smell, and pleasing to the sight. Send gentle health and free the land from strife.
"Earthly, singing, in meadows flirting, I remember. Hear my prayer. To lovers favor bear. Listen to your suppliant's voice," I choked on my sadness. "Allow me to rejoice."
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Erato's Musings
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