The
butterfly and the Rose
Like
us,
They
die so soon!
While
the Black Legions of
Hell,
Live
on! And on! —thus,
The
here and now for us is all—
Whose
light grows dim like
A
gibbous moon…
Keep
to thy dream
It
may come true!...
For
I was once Queen, of:
Greece,
Asia, and
Macedon!
Note: #3356 (5-28-2012)
Queen Eurydike (a honorific name, given to her when
she wed King Phillip III of Macedon,
whose real name was Kleopatra, a common name in those far-off days, also
spelled with a ‘C’), was fifteen years
old when she went to the throne, died at seventeen: but she followed her dream,
and was considered the Warrior Queen, about 300 BC. The poem was constructed for the Epic “Feast
of the Wolfhound.”
