Page 3 of Orpheus
Nine women draped in all different colored cloths and garments came bustling into the room, dancing in circles around our elongated table laughing and giggling wildly, before standing in a straight line next to one another, facing my father and me at the table, each intricately dancing and moving in sync as they began their song.
Are you bemused by the muses and is it real?
Or is it a spell cast on you that you feel?
It’s a sensational feeling that you cannot deny.
So let us share our beauty and tell you why.
I’m Melpomene, the muse of tragedy.
With a mask that’s sad and a mask that’s happy.
Attend my plays for oh so long.
And we’ll end with a celebration in dance and song.
The musical genius, Euterpe here.
With my crown of flowers draped over my ears.
My melodic voice will set your heart on fire.
Then, I’ll soothe it further with my aulos and lyre.
The wondrous Urania, the eldest of the nine.
With the knowledge of the heavens and every star in line.
Follow my gaze into this celestial globe.
My knowledge of the universe will make your head explode.
The muse of history, Clio is my name.
I can tell you how the world began to what it became.
Some people refer to me as the majestic Proclaimer.
That’s really a fact and not a disclaimer.
I go by Erato, and poetry is my scene.
As my name indicates much of it is not clean.
I speak on lyrics, charm, and love,
Captivating all creatures, including white turtle doves.
Polyhymnia here, no need for an ovation.
I prefer the calm and above all things, meditation.
With a sound like no other I create alluring hymns.
Once you listen to my voice, you’ll go weak in the limbs.
Next is me, Thalia, the muse of comedy and joy.
