Terpsichore

The Gods

Of old mythology

I studied

As a child

I was drawn

To the library; weekly

To read their stories

Reckless and wild

Of mighty Zeus

His conquests; naughty

Of Hera, his bride

Riddled with jealousy

Oh how she would get so riled

But none

Was more favored by me

As was

Terpsichore

She was a muse of dance

The talented, Terpsichore

One of daughters; nine

Of Zeus and Mnemosyne

As I twirled and whirled

In my room; such fantasy

I would call out her name

To inspire me in my game

And most summer days

It was all the same

To be that child again

Living in my dreams

Such happiness to be found

When all around

All I heard

Were silent screams

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