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We age and die, they go on in their bliss There is a chasm, and none can hope to cross it. You knew, dread Hades, that this would happen.ДЇor between the gods and long-suffering men Into the embrace of the god who embraces all. That spoke of life, he could bear it no longer. So when the first light of dawn had fallenДЄnd the North Wind blew through the meadows with a chill That you, Hades, had broken your oath and reclaimed her. Silent - and he feared her silence, lest it mean Woe to Orpheus! It was a simple thing you asked of him,Д«ut yet too much. You may have her, though she is mine by right.вЂќДЄnd in token of the pact, you nodded your head. To the light above and never once look backДЄt your Eurydice, as she follows in your track, The oath that binds the very gods: If you can return Merciless one, and answered: вЂњI swear by the Styx, The return of tender Eurydice.вЂќ You thought a moment, Has found any favor in your eyes, grant me this, At last the bardДЄnd there he knelt, and spoke winged words: вЂњIf my song Through a high-roofed cavern into HadesвЂ™ realm.ДЄs he stepped he sang, striking the strings with the plectrum,ДЄnd his song was of Love, of husbands and wivesД¬erberus stood aside to let him pass and Persephone, hearing, With his lyre tucked in his left arm, he descended alone The lot of allвЂ¦Д«ut Orpheus, OeagrusвЂ™ son, would not rest content.

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In a meadow at daybreak, the malignant viperД¬ould check the poison - it swam to her heartДЄnd her skin grew cold to the touch. Three-headed Cerberus and dragged him, all unwilling,Д«ut not Pirithous - iron Fate would not permitДЄnd last of all came the Thracian bard, sick at heart That lawless fellow, who at EurystheusвЂ™ command Who dared set foot, while yet living, in your grim kingdom -Д«ut they did not deceive you - you trapped them She whom you stole one day from among her fair company -Д«ut I shun that song, a greater voice than mine At last you turn awayДЄnd return to your high throne, where silent Persephone waits, Their squeaks and screeches blending into oneД¬acophonous mass, as when a vast door fights Who trod in life on purple carpets and drank And among them kings, princes,ДЄchaeans and crimson-cloaked Trojans, Lydians Who flit through meadows of asphodel: never This way and that, your black eyes flashing, They feel no whip on their broad backs, for the power The ungiving, the unmerciful, the ever unmovedДЄnd the four black steeds who draw your chariot Of hollow Tartarus, which stretches down as farДЄs Olympus juts up into the flashing ether.Д«ut though my heart recoils, I shall speak Or even - a bold thing, but I do not shun it. Or they hail Wealth - for out of the black earthД¬ome wheat and barley, the olive and the grapevine. Instead they hail the Receiver of All- and they do not lie,ДЇor the mighty and the lowly alike go down to your kingdom.

In the air hangs a name that bread-eating mortalsДЄnd ageless immortals alike fear to utter. They are fallen, broken and silent, to the floor. Shining ApolloвЂ™s lyre, the pipes of bucolic Pan. Where are the Muses? Their dancing has stopped. I would start a new hymn, but my tongue freezes up. Let me know whether youвЂ™d like to see more or whether youвЂ™re tired of them. SO BETTER TAG YOUR WORK WITH вЃЈBTW: You also get a chance to be showcased in Beautiful BizarreвЂ™s quarterly print magazine within the community feature вЂњJOIN THE TRIBEвЂќ.вЃЈ Uh la, la - motivated? Submission Sunday?! This is how you play the game: Every Sunday, our Social Media Manager Helena (aka scrolls unremittingly through to plug a mouthwatering selection for our visual ALL-YOU-CAN-EAT-BUFFET - everything in the name of providing a stage for different artists and curation that comes from the he(art). In Greek mythology, Mount Olympus is home to the 12 Olympic Gods Zeus, Hera, Poseidon, Demeter, Athena, Apollo, Artemis, Ares, Hephaestus, Aphrodite, Hermes, and either Hestia or Dionysus. Inspired by the old masters and their representations of Gods and saints, Olivier Caron visualizes his version of icons, almost monochrome beings in plain surroundings.

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