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May 20, 2008
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Les Neuf Soeurs [The Nine Sisters]
Calliope has turned her back on fate,
She will be a muse no more,
She has halted all her metrical speech,
She no longer frollicks,
At the fountain of Hippocrene,
She no longer answers Apollo,
The Mousagetes,in Delphi,
Corycides,the cave on Mount Parnassos
is cold and empty,
For the Muses have followed Calliope,
The eldest and supposed wisest of them all,
Yet,Melpomene knows of the tragedy,
Her sister shall sow by this choice,
For without Les Neuf Soeurs,
The world shall reap this seed,
There will never be another mousa,
Sung nor written,
About the stars,
heros',
Sadness or laughter,
About music ,dancing,
Or even love,
For if Urania follows,
There will be noone to appreciate the stars,
Without Clio,
No history will be told,
Without Thalia,
No comedy shall bring forth laughter,
Music will have no tune without Euterpe,
No dance to step to without Terpischore,
Nothing will ever be sacred,
Without the pensive Polyhynnia,
And without Erato,
Favored Erato,
There will be no passion,
No love,
And then ,
There is Calliope,
For whom ,
And without whom,
There will be no epic ending,
No.
All that will be left ,
Is the tragedy,
Of Melpomene.
She will be a muse no more,
She has halted all her metrical speech,
She no longer frollicks,
At the fountain of Hippocrene,
She no longer answers Apollo,
The Mousagetes,in Delphi,
Corycides,the cave on Mount Parnassos
is cold and empty,
For the Muses have followed Calliope,
The eldest and supposed wisest of them all,
Yet,Melpomene knows of the tragedy,
Her sister shall sow by this choice,
For without Les Neuf Soeurs,
The world shall reap this seed,
There will never be another mousa,
Sung nor written,
About the stars,
heros',
Sadness or laughter,
About music ,dancing,
Or even love,
For if Urania follows,
There will be noone to appreciate the stars,
Without Clio,
No history will be told,
Without Thalia,
No comedy shall bring forth laughter,
Music will have no tune without Euterpe,
No dance to step to without Terpischore,
Nothing will ever be sacred,
Without the pensive Polyhynnia,
And without Erato,
Favored Erato,
There will be no passion,
No love,
And then ,
There is Calliope,
For whom ,
And without whom,
There will be no epic ending,
No.
All that will be left ,
Is the tragedy,
Of Melpomene.
— Calliope, May 20, 2008
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Critiques
purplemoondoll
18 years ago
Very different to your
weirdelf
18 years ago
You know the delphis sat on poisonous gas
Calliope
18 years ago
Thanks Kaz,
Calliope
18 years ago
Actually Jess,
professor
18 years ago
A beautiful
Calliope
18 years ago
Thanks Proff
professor
18 years ago
Nuef srcew
Calliope
18 years ago
You are right
RSScheerer
17 years 10 months ago
I love this style, Lacy
Calliope
17 years 10 months ago
Thank you Ronda
whitetea
17 years 8 months ago
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