The Lies Of Gods

"Come. O Come. O come to me"
S'whispered lightly in my ear.
A chill wind urges gentilly
For rash decisions to be made.

"Forever diamonds you shall have"
Apollo tells me with portent.
Not fool am I! returned to him,
I see their fleeting trickery.

"I swear to thee my words are true"
E'en Zeus would speak deceitfully.
Yet 'Sephone whose heart is true
Is blind to him whom falseness rules.

No beast be it, this sea of mine
On which my lady comes to rest.
A calm, susurrent thing of lies
That whispers "Come. O Come. O Come".