It’s all Greek to me

In my dream I was Aneid working my way thru rough seas
and Circe’s snare to Etruria since Troy was left scorched
earth unfit for urban life; there was the she wolf of
Romulus and Remus howling
to the moon above
as darkness
the fever
of the sun burned day
and Hermes took my message

to his father asking for his mercy
and not to be made the victim of his
whim like Aphrodite had done me in with
Helen thy beauty is to me like those Nicean
barks of yore thank you Edgar and never more
quoth the raven and the spider Arachnae to the fly
little boy give up your dreams of mortal love or risk the
jealousy and wrath of the Olympiad Gods and Godesses above
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