Apollo's Lament
Nocturnes float on midnight winds
Inviting to all, as was to men the beauty of Helena
Crescendos soaring gloriously unto Zeus's hall
Heavenly and pure is the music of Apollo
Oh, how sorrowfully plays, fairest of all youth
Longing reverberates in his song, so moving is his music
A love lost grief felt by both he and I
Strains more radiant and diverse than the awesome colors of Dawn.
Perchance to see his ephemeral love, he gazes into shadow
Alas! No fair form fills his vision, though he sees from Olympus to Africa
The maid that so impassioned him has gone and broken the heart of this
immortal
Relentlessly he sings of a desolate, cold, eternal night
Into the mists he goes, weeping upon his golden lyre
Comes yet, one final note, with a hope so vulnerable as to inspyr
Knotting, building, echoing, transcending the stars
The god of the sun does not dwell in darkness long.

A/N: I know it's Helen of Troy, but when I was writing it I forgot and I
have to use it anyway (insyr too). I'll give a cookie to anybody who can
figure out why. (hint: the beginning and the end)