Metamorphoses III

Ode to Ovid

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Part III Metamorphoses

Her hair weaved with precious flowers,
her skin glowing from bathing in the hidden waters.
Her eyes set upon her woodsman.
Her heart as pure as a heart could be;
she walks toward the town.

Some of the enemies who survived the war
were on their way by foot
to return to their king.
They, with bitter and tired hearts, noticed her
emerge from the woods.

In their bitterness they raped and beat
the divine woman to death. Her glow dimmed.
Her hair cut short with flowers scattered about.
The fathers grieved the loss of their daughter.
They begged Hades to do something.

Hades, who felt for the girl once again,
sent the soldier who found her body.

He was immediately stricken with grief and
wailed at the sight of her battered body
The birds gathered and mourned the loss of
their dear friend.

He buried her in the king’s garden.
The birds of the forest moved their nests
to be once again in her presence.
The flowers she picked and weaved
into her hair were dropped as seedlings
from the birds wings.
And in her honor, Hades turned the waters
to flow toward her.

The knight vowed from that day on
never to leave such
an innocent being’s side again
A day of celebration was organized
by the knight
a memorial to the divine woman
of the woods

Because of him, the kingdoms to come
would celebrate
a day in the garden
forever more.

~Saschia Johnson~

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This is the third part to a three part series

Read Part I here

Read Part II here