Orpheus

I sing to people

And charm animals

With my beautifully constructed songs

That are full of grace and courage.

 

I live in the world of miracles,

Loving the person I lose,

Looking for her in hell.

 

I walk the darkest rooms of the infernal

Universe, sharing my songs with demons

To bring her back.

 

I love the light and the air,

But here I get the notion of darkness.

 

My songs break the shackles of death,

I come back to the mortal world

With my beloved,

 

Only to lose her once again.

 

What do I have apart from my songs?