From Stone to Sun

by ThePhantomoftheTheatre

This isn't really a greek mythology story, although it is so laden with it that I figured of all places it would fit here. Oneshot. Cavalier poem.

From Stone to Sun

I know this may not do what I desire

And, in handing you this I may retire.

For words will not put you back in my bed,

But will surely bar you from mine head.

Thy deceiving word and sweet embrace,

Will sting for a while, but anew replace,

The cold in my breast, and near where I lay.

When thee seest thus, thou shalt surely pay,

With a sobbing sigh,

And watering eye.

She shall be fairer than thee in all ways,

And advise me throughout all of the days.

Deep, alluring, crystal-like eyes has she.

Hair so gold, Apollo envies it for he.

Much unlike you, Medusa, you witch you.

With thy frightening skull from which snakes grew.

And thy Death eyes where Man's hearts grow to stone.

Because of thee, hag, mine art shall I hone.

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This was an English project I had to do for our Cavalier/Metaphysical unit. I liked it so much that I had to share it with the world, since it really does capture the essence of Ben Johnson and The Tribe's cavalier ideals.