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Baucis and Philemon, Elderly souls, never empty of Love, Opened their doors for two strangers, Whom Unbeknownst to them, originated from Above. Zues and Hermes, cloaked in the robes of the Poor, Were turned away from every household, Until they rapped on Baucis and Philemon's Door. "Come in, come in, shed your cloaks, and warm your hands, Baucis, Go! Use our last loaves, grab the roast, the ham!" Never mind their Poverty Never mind their Nearly empty Pantry and Cupboards Baucis and Philemon possessed the rarest trait, One the God's most Coveted. And while the two strangers ate their foods, and consumed their Wine, Baucis noted their cups never lowered beneathe the Brim Line. "God's... Divine!" Cried the two elderly Lovers. "Follow us up the hill, Baucis, Philemon, Do not look back as you climb, Only to each other." The two followed the Gods, still cloaked in the garb of strangers, Never looking back at their village Below. Until, reaching the top, and turning back, their eyes didn't fall back upon their Home. Zues had called forth a flood, sent to destroy the once ungrateful Village, But where Baucis and Philemons cottage once lay, A beautiful temple had risen from the filthy Sullage. Their wish to take care of the temple was swiftly Granted, As was their second wish, one that was almost Demanded. "I must die, as soon as my love does, I can't ever be without her." The rest of their lives were spent glorifying the Gods for their kindness and love, And when the time came for them to take their last Breath, Squeezed hands and warm souls crossed the River Styx, And their broken and withered bodies were Left. The wrinkles on their Skin, Were made brown, and beautiful Again As their flesh turned to bark, and their hair to Leaves, The two elderly lovers, became intertwining Trees.
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Apr 25, 2014
Apr 25, 2014 at 1:36 PM UTC
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The Tale of Baucis and Philemon
Baucis and Philemon, Elderly souls, never empty of Love, Opened their doors for two strangers, Whom Unbeknownst to them, originated from Above. Zues and Hermes, cloaked in the robes of the Poor, Were turned away from every household, Until they rapped on Baucis and Philemon's Door. "Come in, come in, shed your cloaks, and warm your hands, Baucis, Go! Use our last loaves, grab the roast, the ham!" Never mind their Poverty Never mind their Nearly empty Pantry and Cupboards Baucis and Philemon possessed the rarest trait, One the God's most Coveted. And while the two strangers ate their foods, and consumed their Wine, Baucis noted their cups never lowered beneathe the Brim Line. "God's... Divine!" Cried the two elderly Lovers. "Follow us up the hill, Baucis, Philemon, Do not look back as you climb, Only to each other." The two followed the Gods, still cloaked in the garb of strangers, Never looking back at their village Below. Until, reaching the top, and turning back, their eyes didn't fall back upon their Home. Zues had called forth a flood, sent to destroy the once ungrateful Village, But where Baucis and Philemons cottage once lay, A beautiful temple had risen from the filthy Sullage. Their wish to take care of the temple was swiftly Granted, As was their second wish, one that was almost Demanded. "I must die, as soon as my love does, I can't ever be without her." The rest of their lives were spent glorifying the Gods for their kindness and love, And when the time came for them to take their last Breath, Squeezed hands and warm souls crossed the River Styx, And their broken and withered bodies were Left. The wrinkles on their Skin, Were made brown, and beautiful Again As their flesh turned to bark, and their hair to Leaves, The two elderly lovers, became intertwining Trees.
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