Upon the conquering of an enemy, the Warrior's Creed,
Dictates the ravishing of the women to beget Victor's seed.
A woman's nature easily submits, contented with the deed.
Offspring, more likely to flourish, cast by a stronger breed.
'Twould seem this is as true of Gods as it is of simple Man.
For The Olympian begot The Muses upon a vanquished Titan.
Zeus desired a Divine Chorus to honor his heroism, his elan.
He cannily set out to produce perfect vessels to suite his plan.
Blood of two supreme breeds the perfect chorus would include.
For nine days and nights they lay enmeshed in an erotic interlude.
The Titan Goddess Of Remembrance Mnemosyne he did choose.
From this coupling came nine daughters, each one a Divine Muse.
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In all of artistry and aesthetics, we nine noble Muses do stand alone.
Of the most stellar parentage, from both an Olympian and Titan, grown.
Violet-eyed, we do delight in feasting and take much pleasure from song.
At Mount Helicon, Apollo, Hypnos, The Charities and Peace always along.
In infancy we did dine, yea we sipped upon Remembrance's breast.
Sired by the most Divine, Our Father holds dominion o'er all the rest.
Aesthetically dazzling, brilliant and mesmeric, the very Sun outshone.
Nay, not even a choir of Sirens can produce the perfection of our tones.
We move with unsurpassed fluidity, perfect poetic grace.
We bestow the very light of inspiration upon each artist's face.
Yea, we nine sublime daughters of Mnemosyne and Zeus,
Are the source from which all creative artistry is loosed.
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I am called Calliope though I prefer Calliopeia given the choice.
Mine are Philosophy, and Eloquence, I am called "The Fair-Voiced"
I am Clio "The Proclaimer" mine are Scholarship, and History.
Tales and truths lost to the sands of time are, to me, no mystery.
I am Melpomene "The Songstress" in my joyous tunes, all bask.
Yet also a dichotomy, for I hold sway o'er the Tragic Mask.
I am Euterpe, Patroness of Music, for my unsurpassed double flute.
Called "The Giver of Pleasure" yet I have refused many a lover's suit.
I am Erato "The Lovely" of Love Poetry and Mimicry, Romance and Desire.
Seductive allure flows from my lute, known for the erotic pleasures I inspire.
I am Terpsichore "The Whirler" O'er Drama, Dance, my Harp and Plectrum.
Mother of the Sirens, fiery nature, hair of red, most vivid color in the spectrum.
I am Urania, mine are astrology, and astronomy, I hold dominion o'er the sky.
I am called "The Heavenly" you should have no difficulty discerning why.
I am Thalia "The Flourishing" o'er Comedy, Parody; and Pastoral.
I am a favorite of clowns, jesters, and others who are abnormal.
I am Polyhymnia, I am also known as "She of many Hymns"
O'er the Sublime, and the Sacred, my demeanor, very prim.
The World was Gifted when Zeus felt our lack, and did fret it.
Never challenge or disrespect us, or forsooth you shall regret it.
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You see, we are the source of music, song, poetry, all the arts.
We are proud of accomplished mortals, but intolerant of upstarts.
Why is there ever and always some silly soul, vanity prone,
So impressed with their talent thinking it surpasses our own.
How can one pour out more wine than a container holds?
We are the vessel from which all artistry flows, weak or bold.
So it is impossible to be endowed with greater talent than we.
As each time we have been challenged we allowed the fool to see.
Demodocus, Thamyris, The Pierides all suffer loss upon the regretful lists.
Our pain is The Sirens, daughters and nieces, who now languish in the mists.
We deprived them of their lovely feathers for their arrogance we brought them down.
Though gracious to spare eyes and voices, their feathers adorn each Muse crown.
Do not suppose we have no softness in our hearts, that would be a grave mistake.
Our chosen ones have never felt such love before, assured a vast fortune to make.
Our peers with whom we dally pleasurably, know our vast love for them.
For one creature, we would lay down our lives to prevent his requiem.
Tis Pegasus who inspires, for unsurpassed beauty, purity of spirit in him resides
Given into our care when he was newborn, deep in we Muses' hearts he abides.
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We are ever so willing to lend our skills, our knowledge, our grace,
To mortals who hold our favors dear, as you see here properly placed.
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THUS DO I PETITION THE NINE MUSES OF MOUNTS OLYMPUS AND HELICON
AS THEIR BEAUTY, KINDNESS, SKILL, KNOWLEDGE AND GRACE I DO DWELL UPON.
Oh Calliopeia, lend eloquence to my tongue.
Mastery o'er words grandiose and far flung.
Sweet Clio my Muse, lend me scrolls for my yearning.
Salt my mind with thy wisdom, open me to thy learning.
Melpomene grant me perseverance to joyously sing.
Yea even in the face of all tragedies that life may bring.
Euterpe give me diligence to master the instruments I use.
Possess me, invade me, dwell in my poor spirit my Muse.
Erato so lovely please lend me thy grace and allure.
Not fleeting or vaguely but strong, for years to endure.
Terpsichore thy endurance thy frenetic speed, thy pace.
Energize me, empower me to whirl at the head of the race.
Urania so Heavenly advise me in Universal endeavors.
Forearm me for all my encounters, strategically clever.
Thalia allow me the pleasure of laughter and the power of it.
May thy Flourishing nature endow me with thy gift of wit.
Polyhymnia please inspire my homage to the Sacred, the Sublime.
To bestow the gifts of eternity upon me through this and all time.
My Muses please endow me with your skills for many a graceful performance.
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