Healthier Olympian Romance

At the Constellations, I wonder out loud

How our tales would change, had they been written now

Old Zeus' affair, Fair Echo shant have shrouded;

And words atop peaks, she’d repeat not at thou

Artemis the chaste, would no longer be chaste,

But a moonlit gem on her finger be placed.

That the Greeks knew of love; we know this be true

For numerous names, O love have been bequeathed

If love is a game, well it wasn't for two:

As the star records, where Orion's enwreathed,

Speaks of Apollon’s sins, with evidence too,

O Artemis’ love, an arrow you ensheathed

In Orion the hunter; famed is his fate.

Lover to many, hunting more than just game.

He lacked coolness of heart; let passion dictate

When Apollon he met, with heart set aflame

No foresight in vision, a god he’d try woo

But in finding true love, disaster was due.

‘Twas through Apollon's hand, the two had met eyes

An asexual goddess had found her first flame;

Sexuality’s queer, discoveries show

From an eternity chaste, one would surmise

But still one would be wrong, with no one to blame

As for Orion, he was shot with love’s bow

Two lovebirds in spring, between nests they would flock

From sunrise to moonfall, the times they would share,

Through green fields they’d run, and in forests they’d stalk

With hearts full of love, no attention they’d spare

To Apollon’s green ill; deaf from love’s motif

And from there it is known; from there begins grief;

But had the times been now, instead of at then,

The god’s hate would fade, as the story progressed.

During a moonlit date, they'd share a kiss when,

The couple would wish their relation be blessed.

And to that end, they’d meet Apollon again

Though instead of be blessed, a god they depressed.

Though Apollon would brood, in isolation,

The two tried their best, to not leave him alone

They gathered his friends for cooperation

For the symptoms were clear, though cause was unknown

They worked to soothe him, though they had no result

So, a seer of thoughts they sought to consult

A therapist they’d get, to help intervene

For Apollon they’d set, a celebration

To foster the love and to drain his held woes.

There the seer meets him, and then she would glean

The insult to his pride, and his obsessions

Of his dear sister, and the man they both chose

To Apollon she came, and had him explain

The feelings that which caused him so much pain

In sessions to come, they got his wounds to sew

Soon by an aisle he’ll walk, sister in tow.