Your lute became supernaturally amaranthine.
Its melody belonged to marvel of realm full muses.
The tender Gods love you – Orpheus and your musing charm.
And your homeland – worshipped each your dreamy song and ballads.
Soft birds and dazzling animals – they overwatched at morns,
with each magnificent, amusing and marvelous gig.
Thus. Your amazing-dreamed eagles loved too – the singing
– envoys of the weal from edenic Olympic mountains.
The venom of viper had in itself somewhat pearly.
It was such tear of Orpheus – overwhelmingly clean.
Eurydice – the queen of muses on foggy days died.
She – in eternal habitat-wizardry of Hades.
You have desired to retrieve her – the immortal being
and to bring unto earth full of moony spell and the pearls.
Hades and Hermes were enchanted from your dreameries.
Eurydice adored in odes, in homeland of shadow.
You perished simply rent like the gentle stolen Golden Fleece,
by angry, mythological creatures – troublemakers.
On seat of death originated wonderful oracle.
Its meaning was very juridic as well as dreaming.
If Eurydice thought in eternity about you,
the lea of Thrace would come into leaf so picturesquely.
The meek, lovely, small fawn says – the world I love you too.
A butterfly carries repose of Gods amazingly.