A Poet named Catullus
and Lesbia, his muse,
lived in a time of Civil War
when loyalties are confused.
Their field of battle was their bed
where Love and lust contend.
That place where all their passion
petered out and found an end.
It would seem Hades hath no fury
like a Latin poet scorned.
His Lesbia he would abuse
in prose, in Rhyme and song.
Where once he praised her beauty
and swore they'd never part,
he now condemns her deviousness
and damns her cheating heart.
The more things change
they stay the same
when Love decays to hate
They, who once coiled in adulterous sheets,
now despise each others name.
Dec 12, 2013
Dec 12, 2013 at 7:09 AM UTC
A Poet named Catullus
and Lesbia, his muse,
lived in a time of Civil War
when loyalties are confused.
Their field of battle was their bed
where Love and lust contend.
That place where all their passion
petered out and found an end.
It would seem Hades hath no fury
like a Latin poet scorned.
His Lesbia he would abuse
in prose, in Rhyme and song.
Where once he praised her beauty
and swore they'd never part,
he now condemns her deviousness
and damns her cheating heart.
The more things change
they stay the same
when Love decays to hate
They, who once coiled in adulterous sheets,
now despise each others name.
Catullus and Clodia (aka Lesbia) had an adulterous affair around the time of Pompey and Caesar's Civil war.
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