Kalopsia
[ka-lop-se-a] Greek
(n.) The delusion of things being more beautiful than they really are.
Poetry. Mostly intertwined with Tales of Greek Mythology.
"Will wonders never cease
When my muse saunters the velvet night,
And prays to the moon for...
Fair maiden nymphs Embody nature's untainted soul Innocent and pure, they are the white rose of the ancient world. When the spring blooms, they will appear like fairies To sing songs of the midsummer night's tale And when the winter steals summer's breath They'll go in their hiding To sing their songs of weeping.
Some may dwell in the deep blue sea, Nereids, they were Where the rush of water and salt Seems to be safe haven.
Like Thetis, nymph and goddess of sea Who was forced against her will To give herself fully to thee And in the end, birthed a son Who she couldn't save from his bitter end, Achilles, Aristos achaion.
Then there are oreads, Who find their place within the sharp curves And jagged rocks of the mountain tops.
Like Echo, Who lost her lover When she was cursed to only speak the words told to her And in grief, Let herself turn into wind To forever sing words that were never her own.
Or wood nymphs, Dryads by name, Who reside in the deep green of twisting branches and fallen leaves, In deep sunlit forests And where rivers run cold.
Like Eurydice, Who knew, like all star-crossed lovers do That her love story, the tragedy she knew Of her and Orpheus' love Would be her final doom When she was sent down to Hades To forever wait for her lover And Orpheus sang his tune, Knowing There was nothing he could do.
Though lovely maiden nymphs Hold beauty that is so rare They all have stories of their own Some too morose to share So if you come by one And see her standing there
Give her your heart And she'll tell you her tale.
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Written on 2/3/21 (Continuous edits added) Finished on 2/14/21 at 3:13 p.m. EST.
