Ovid's Lament

I.

Cupid holds me in her arms,

Skin softer than the cloud she inhabits.

Eyes most beautiful,

I swear I was gazing at Neptune.

As the sun set,

the clouds faded out into the unknown.

My love wrapped in Nox’s cold embrace,

Sammanus roars as my love’s fingers slip mine.

As I fall back down to earth, I realize:

Jupiter hates a fool.

II.

The moon coated the colossal field with silver paint.

The foul taint reeked of lingering sorrow.

As I rose to my feet, my love’s tears drowned the earth,

the grass coating running away with Nox’s grace.

Across the dying field, a unicorn collapses.

A man with pale skin-

he must be akin to the moon-

grins at me as he stands over the creature.

Digging a grave for purity, he says,

"Venus is a cruel mistress"