The Lay of Paris: Book 1

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Part 2 of the 3 part series

Updated 08/31/2017
Created 08/30/2004
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Paul44
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The Lay of Paris


Chorus:

Gather round my Lords and Ladies,
Hear my tale and give wonder to it
It is a Tale of Lust, Treachery and Glory.
It is a Tale of the times when the Gods moved amongst us:
A Time when Love and Madness threw down Nations,
A Time which raised Heroes and crushed the proudly arrogant.
Hear then our song,
Our song about
Paris, Prince of Ilium,
Killer of Glorious Achilles,
Stealer of Other Men's Wives and Breaker of Hearts
and Judge of the Gods themselves.


Book 1: The Marriage Feast


Golden day ends in joyous company,
A marriage blessed by the Olympians themselves
Between Antique Peleus and Fair Thetis.
Behold the company that attends the feast,
For they have been blessed by the Jealous Gods themselves
And with the mortal company disport the Immortal Olympians.
Zeus himself has joined this couple in the happy bonds of matrimony,
Here is Peleus ancient and proud of his lineage.
Olympian Zeus has smiled and given this man Thetis of the Sea
Behold her, even Divine Zeus wanted her womanly form,
But it has been foretold her child will be greater than the father.
So now her child will be the greatest of mortals,
Not disputing immortal son eying Olympian throne.

Yet it is with the Olympians that we must gaze,
Blindingly bright with power and beauty they are,
They laugh and sing with their mere speaking.
Behold them, Golden Zeus father of the Gods, their chief and power
In short white tunic his golden locks bound by gold fillet.
His voice rumbles with thunder, his glance the brightness of lightning
Mighty thighs and muscled shoulders he has,
Lustful and proud he seeks conquests and lovers with piercing azure eyes.
His hands slipping beneath the tunics of serving maid and man,
He caresses with sparkling fingers hot pudenda and erect penes
Each one he touches rages with passions.

Beside him lies Brazen Ares his beard and head covered in deep red curls,
He wears crimson tunic that barely covers his muscled body.
He speaks and hear you the roar of battle in his words,
In his hands he caresses a blade with sensual hands.
His smile cuts through the soul like the blade he holds,
His kisses are blows to submissive souls.
About these two men and women steal kisses,
Sometimes with their partners but sometimes with others.
In shadows darker Deities stand,
The Earth-Shaker and the Dread Lord watch with detached amusement.
None dare move towards these brothers though Poseidon would take if he were allowed,
He watches the growing riot of flesh with envy and growing need.

Near and forgotten are the Olympian Ladies.
Hera, Queen of the Heavens reclines in state her breasts bared for all to see,
Milk spills down them vanishing as it leaves divine flesh.
Darting venomous glances at Lustful Zeus she plots her petty revenge,
Beckoning she feeds her milk to a lucky mortal who finds all thirsts and hungers assuaged.
Lucky man who is suckled to such divine curves!
No mortal woman could have such breasts,
Large and firm,
Topped with large brown teats,
They thrust proudly out.
Demanding worship and for lips wrapped about her teats.
Beside her another looks on and smiles with sardonic glee.

Pallas Athena, Virgin Lady of Owls she smiles with disdain,
Hair of bronze and eyes of hard agate examines the scene before her.
Naked alabaster limbs are draped over soft couch,
Her body apparent beneath transparent veils.
Breasts rise and fall regularly, rhythmically
Many a man looks at her body with lust.
Tumid manhood pulses with thought of lustful glory,
Gazing at this Amazon Princess brings thoughts of manful conquest.
Though beautiful many look at she who is beside her,
The Golden Goddess of Beauty and Love herself.

Aphrodite reclines barely covered in wisps of gleaming white silk,
Tender eye greets and invites those who see her.
She cares not whether it is man and woman,
Each smile brings another to her orbit and in love and madness she tames them.
Oh for such a lover,
Breasts of light gold topped with nipples of deeper bronze,
No matronly nipples these but a lover's invitation.
Suck on them they cry, take them for they are for you they say.
Covered but wanted her lightly downed pubis and curved buttocks.
Her eyes flirt and caress those about her though she knows this is her daughters wedding.

Thus you see the guests,
Now see the feast and those here.
Men and women with debauchery flowing through them as with the blessed wine,
Serving all lustful priapic Satyrs chase naked Nymphs through the couches,
Others have sport with those guests overcome with lustful passion.
This feast is yet to become orgy but it promises to do so.
Hera frowning calls on thunderous Zeus to call all to order,
Zeus rises and the hushed crowd waits on his words.
Give good cheer he calls to the most lucky of couples,
Wish them happiness and strong sons,
Wish them the defeat of the enemies of Peleus.
Sweet wine gilds the throat of all here,
Save those deep in the shadows.
Those who plan mischief here and for all who come after this feast.

Behold there in the shadows stands flame-haired Discord,
Her emerald eyes burn with jealousy as she looks on this happy gathering.
Near her is her cousin, dark Nemesis as she waits for the doom she has wrought here.
How she has dreamed of this time,
To create doom on he who has doomed her.
Doom upon those he loves,
Doom on those he has led to this place.
Foe she is implacable, she is
Nemesis who was raped by Golden Zeus as he lay against her bared breast.
He who in swan's garb she sought to protect.
Cheeks burn as she remembers the feathers melting from him.
His golden skin and body forming
Eyes flashing with lust as his hands curled about her waist.
He held her in a web of lust and passion.

Hands parted her legs and he thrust into her
Fleshy spear rent immortal virginity and he crowed with the triumph.
His hot seed washed into virgin immortality,
Her pleasure flailed him and he ravaged her many a time.
Unbidden he fled from her his desire accomplished,
Leaving her broken and pregnant.
For his child will bring despair and disaster upon all who know her.
This child with mortal parents,
The fairest of all mortal women
Helen of Sparta.
Now she burns with anger as she waits for the dooms to begin,
For the dooms that will bring down the proud and powerful.

Discord cloaked and hidden steps from the shadows,
Steps firmly and with purpose before the feast.
Silence descends and she stops looking at all here
Pulling aside her hood and with terrible smile that flames like her hair
She casts before the party her gift
A Golden Apple of the Hesperides
Then she speaks that which begins our doom
"For The Fairest!"
Before any rise she vanishes leaving her gift
It gleams with beauty,
Provokes rich lust and desire.
As one the Three rise and call for the gift to be given to them.

With loud voices they call for the prize.
There stands Brazen Athena declaiming the glories of stratagem and force,
Near her Milky Hera calls for her Maternal prize
Beyond is Aphrodite opening her arms like the lover greeting her love.
Mortals flee there imperious demands and the other Gods struck dumb do not move,
Until Thunderous Zeus rises and with angry brow calls for quiet.
Like babes before stern parent they stand silent and wait judgement.
No God or Goddess shall pass judgement says he,
Nor Immortal or King,
But Mortal Man of Noble Birth but without throne may judge.
Each disputant he calls to him to give him kiss of peace
And taking his manhood in his hand.
Each one kneels and kisses this magnificent flesh
In token of submission.

Quelling rebellious glares he calls forth swift Hermes.
Who at his command he sends forth to find this Magistrate.
On winged heels he sweeps into the air,
Flying with speed of thought to seek
To find this Paragon of Men.
The Father of Olympus calls for Feast to continue
For there has been a wedding and a marriage bed waits.
He shall see this couple consummate this night,
Calling back Gentle Bride and Ancient Groom to the hall.
He leads them by the hand to Nuptial bed.
Like trusted Valet he disrobes them touching and enhancing.
Then Peleus with proud rod drives it deep into hot cavern.
Sweet music they sing in the night.
Music that will give birth to dread Achilles.
Deep in the darkness Nemesis smiles and it crushes the soul.

The First Book in an epic poem about Paris and the Fall of Troy.
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