 | Silenus |  |
“Stay, murderers, and blood-stained savage wolf!
It were but trifling sport to rend thine arm
From out its socket and to splash thy brains
Scattering upon the earth. Thy bows and spears
But merest straw to fence thee from my rage
Were I so willed to slay. But thou art doomed
To darker fate than any death from me!
For when thou hast thine only son destroyed
Thy reason will return. Then shalt thou know
Thy loss! The curse stern Gods have laid on thee,
Thy country's barrenness, thy people's wrath,
The fierce wild horses, and the golden chains!
It were but trifling sport to rend thine arm
From out its socket and to splash thy brains
Scattering upon the earth. Thy bows and spears
But merest straw to fence thee from my rage
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To darker fate than any death from me!
For when thou hast thine only son destroyed
Thy reason will return. Then shalt thou know
Thy loss! The curse stern Gods have laid on thee,
Thy country's barrenness, thy people's wrath,
The fierce wild horses, and the golden chains!
“Thy Father's voice, O great Athena! Hear
Thy worshipper. This is his hour of need!”
Thy worshipper. This is his hour of need!”
| Silenus | |