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I Sing the Tears of Ceres
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Main List on 13 Apr 2003 10:10:39 -0700 (PDT) by Plebeian
Aedile Lucius Arminius Faustus.
I Sing the Tears of Ceres
� L. Faustus
I sing the tears of Mother Ceres
Without sleep, mourning on Olympus High Peaks,
Missing beloved Core,
Kidnapped on the deep Hades
By the Invisible God in love
- Tricks of cheerful Venus
That not even brings happiness to the hearts
Of Mortals and Gods.
Sicily noble lands
Springly ever flourishing lands
Valley of the River Ena
Core and the nimphs used to play
Like infant kids
Their innocent tricks.
Hear a strange noise?
The basement of Earth shakes
Open its dark mounth
Then from the deepest
Come the God gloriously
His chariot of blackest horses
Shining on ultmost bright gold
Strong but soft arms caught the virgin
(Because father Pluto wasn�t so used
To court and love�s ways)
Why, Muses, the King of Hades
Tried a so desesperated measure?
He felt a pain on his heart
Neither nectar our sweetest ambrosia
Haven�t taken out that suffering as well.
Core! He painly desires his niece
Ceres should had undestand
(Thought the almigh Lord of the Deads)
For a brother a daughter she shouldn�t deny!
As the golden chariot descended on darkness
Core, on despair, cried for the Mother.
But the Illustrious Klymenos touching the beloved girl
Felt a kind of peace and pleasure
Like a warm wind shaking the flowers
On the bessed valleys of Arcadia
Our when the nimphs sings
On the sacred Idean florest of the Mother of Gods.
While the cave faded the cries of the girl
Core realized a mourning on their ears
The Invisible King was talking to her
Strange speech for the Lord of the Deads
�May you loves or hates me
I really don�t care now
On the name of my ciclopian helmet
Or even of the Stigian River
Ceres can do all noise on Olympus
Standing on the knee of Themis
Can even Iove threats me
Or the gods, on assembly, coming here
Triyng to change my mind
I shall not abandon you!
Be my Queen, Core beloved,
Like the your mother�s seeds
That sleeps waiting to grown
On the edge of my reign!�
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