Wings of Love: Eros and Psyche's Eternal Dance
With wings of dust and whispers in the breeze, A tale unfolds, spun of ancient trees. Of Psyche, fairest, with eyes like dawn, By jealous whispers, from her sisters drawn. A whispered oracle, a chilling vow, To wed a serpent, in a shadowed bow. With heavy heart, she climbed the rocky spire, Awaiting fate, bathed in twilight's fire. But slumber kissed her, soft and deep and kind, A touch of feathers, where the Zephyrs wind. Awakened dawn, and Eros by her side, His golden hair, in sunlit glory tied. In whispered vows, and stolen moonlit grace, They built a love, in that secret space. But mortal thirst for knowledge led astray, A single lamp, a promise swept away. The serpent's coils, a whisper of his form, And Psyche's cry, in love's cruel storm. Banished, forsaken, through trials she strode, To prove her love, on roads the gods bestowed. From Venus' wrath, and tasks that twisted fate, To Hades' jaws, and Styx's bitter gate. Each challenge met,...