In Vain of Venus

This is the tale of the beauty of Venus

and how she was showered with love.

Men would come from afar to sail

to her and profess, How I love thee, Aphrodite!

their tries, however, ended in vain and death,

and while she lived, immortal, on her planet.

Twas not until Hermes came to her planet

And cried, oh great Venus!

Let me have thee, even if death

doth end my life tomorrow, love.

Let me give you my heart, Aphrodite,

and together, around the world, we could sail.

But the goddess did not want to sail

and she felt weary of leaving her planet.

I do not love thee, said Aphrodite

And sent heartbroken Hermes from Venus.

He traveled back to Earth, rejected, unloved.

and after many eons, found Death.

However she may not love you, said Death,

and may reject the beauty of your sail.

You will find solace in my love.

Though I may not have a planet

as beautiful as her Venus.

I will love you more than Aphrodite.

Her words drifted up to Aphrodite,

who grew more and more livid at Death.

She flew down from her throne on Venus

and appeared in front of Hermes’ sails.

How could someone without her own planet

be capable of adorning thee with true love?

The same way the goddess of Love

could crush the hearts of men, Aphrodite.

I do not care if she has a planet.

So long as I find love in Death,

I shall set my sails,

towards happiness; away from you and Venus.

To which Aphrodite turned, furious, as he sailed

Away from her planet, her beautiful Venus,

toward the outstretched immortal arms of love in Death