Sisyphean Romance

A sonnet with a twist on the general theme of the aforementioned.

The muse has left my side another time,

In flight with Hermes; no message of joy--

But rather, teaching me its simplest crime:

Stole my heart; Paris to Helen of Troy.

 

My heart flies with you, and with it, the skills.

Hope, despair; love, hate--Pandora's box mocked

Torn asunder from my soul by gods' wills,

These passions and crafts now snatched, chained and locked.

 

Sisyphus, Oh Sisyphus! My fool heart!

Tides of blooming love rise, only to stall,

Shatter on marble floor--pieces apart.

The most ancient tragedy to befall.

 

Dear muse--my soul to you--my first mistake.

Cruel muse--thousand words--picture of heartache