Pain’s But A Myth
Venomous pain the Algea injected
In anguish and torment my soul screamed.
“Journey to dreamland,” Hypnos muttered
“Drown misery in my lake of dreams.”
Then Dionysus countered, “Visit my vines
Feast upon my sweet magical grapes.
Submerge anguish in the lake of wine
Let the spirits end your woeful traipse.”
Aphrodite said, “I’ll bring Helen
She can kiss your anxieties away.
Frolic with her in Dionysus’ haven,
While I hold Menelaus at bay.”
When Thanatos arrived he whispered,
“Down there anxieties have no domain.
Hold tight my hands waiting is Hades,
Let death vanquish distress and pain.”
Rhea came last, took my hand and smiled
Her turret crown beamed comfort and ease
On her laps I cuddled like a child.
Then she whispered, “Pain’s but a myth.”