(A/N) So, this is my first installment of the poems series... I hope you like it!
This first poem is about Atalanta...if you don't get a part of the poem, I suggest you read her myth...
Fast as lightning,
Quick as a whip,
She radiates beauty,
Right to the tip.
Her feet fly over the sand,
She is the fastest of all the land,
Many challenge her,
But they have yet to beat her.
Trickery was her downfall,
Three apples did she see,
Their golden sheen reflecting the sun,
Meleager, he hath fallen in love,
Though his feet could not catch up,
To the subject of his affection,
He had finally found a way,
To catch her attention.
To Aphrodite did he pray,
Giveth three to him she did,
Atalanta never saw it coming,
And next thing she knew,
To the finish line she came,
Meleager's fingers strumming,
He knew that she had been beaten,
As did she.
With the marriage they went through,
And into lions they grew,
For poor Meleager had forgotten,
Well, what did you guys think? don't forget to review!