By terry
Date: 11 June 2000
Amphitrite, Hark the Dolphin Speaks
Know me for who I am child
For you deceive your own heart
I was old when Vulcan in his lust of Athena spewed his seed to Gaia
Commencing creation.
I was born ancient;
Look to the mountaintop to find my mother Rhea,
And ask not about my father
Who consumed me at birth.
When Grimm immortalized me
He found me in the deep woods of Canterbury by the Rye
But he was wrong, I lived not there
As a Wild Man ‘lo the dark pond, I sojourned but a while.
My temperament can be stormy; dark, bleak
But I have known the gentle touch of flesh born of man
In those moments I threw off the mantle of deity
And dared taste the forbidden waters of life.
By your dancing my Amphitrite, you have stolen my heart
But be ware
I am like flowing quicksilver in the sea
Dangerous, yet compelling to resist
I take what is mine
And as Odysseus learned of old the price of betrayal is dear.
Be sure of your heart child
For as I am a God; you presume to become the Hand Of One.
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