Magical Mythical Majesty

O goddess-muse from Olympus in the skies,
an answered pray'r direct from Zeus no less,
walking a-float, a-dance, a butterfly

You came to dry these wartorn, weary eyes
with Aphrodite's gentle, sweet caress,
O goddess-muse from Olympus in the skies.

Your voice: angelic song, a hymn on high,
healing cripples; mortals in distress--
walking a-float, a-dance, a-butterfly.

Though Ares and Hades come, you hear my cry,
and, by Athena, comfort me my stress,
O goddess-muse from Olympus in the skies.

Your face has changed Narcissus' selfish eye--
for he was I-- a brute, hard and heartless,
walking a-float, a-dance, a-butterfly.

In flesh and bone you take a weak disguise,
your aura glows right through your human dress,
O goddess-muse from Olympus in the skies,
walking a-float, a-dance, a-butterfly.