The Tragedy of Callisto
By: Laij Posted on: June 28, 2004
Sing, muses, of the children of Maya
Sprung from the Unnameable Horror
Of Her twins Callisto and fair Sinope
Ancestors of the human race
Sing, oh muses, of Anake's passion
And his dark lust for Sinope
Weave a tale of murder and revenge
This, the tragedy of Callisto
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On darkened eve a shadow falls o'er beautiful Sinope
Ourania's light reveals her Anake
A soft caress on shoulder bare, a careful breath of hope
The son hides not his ever amorous play
With soothing words the mother bids him cease this vain endeavor
Callisto is her true beloved mate
A father's blindness to the truth cannot remain forever
And woe to he who tempts the realm of fate
But shadows grip Anake's heart, Sinope is yet pursued
No argument can change his present course
He begs her join him in his bed, their passion to conclude
Yet naught shall bring her there save brutal force
Foreboding thoughts distract Sinope, at last she takes her leave
Withdrawing to find solace in her dreams
Anake watches as she goes, forsaken and aggrieved
His wrathful heart devising wretched scheme
As midnight creeps upon Ceylon, the city lies in silence
Her mortals safe within a restful slumber
Anake waits alone with evil thoughts attuned to violence
With hate, his heart grown icy and encumbered
Swift is he and deadly, to his mother's bedside sneaking
With blade in hand his strike is quick and sure
A final breath escapes her lips, she wakes not from her sleeping
Her blood pooled dark and wet upon the floor
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Time has passed, as time will do
Fifty years have come and gone
Since the death of Sinope
Since the banishment of Anake
In the wilderness, with grief
Callisto wanders in despair
At no man will he cast his eyes
To not one soul will he speak
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In sorrow poor Callisto lives, a shadow barely breathing
A fitful sleep each night his constant bane
In silken tones the voice of Thoth surrounds Callisto's dreaming
While Shaitan conjures visions filled with pain
Just out of reach Sinope reclines, illusion real but fleeting
Her memory is clear upon his brow
Callisto begs to join her, weak, with courage e'er depleting
But fate shall wait to claim his life for now
His torturers withdraw and leave Callisto mad with grief
The Gods had cruel intentions from the start
While vowing vengeance on his son, he harbors a belief
That peace may soon abide within his heart
O'er land and sky and sea Callisto tracks his murderous son
Wild hatred raging through his every vein
With nothing on his mind but the destruction of the one
Whose actions caused his soul the greatest pain
At long last he espies a shelter in the northern wilds
Within his wayward son lies sleeping sound
Unlike the mother, Anake was brutally destroyed
His bloodstained father fell upon the ground
With madness of a beast Callisto howls to the Logos
Cries for wretched death to to make amends
Four hands, a noose, his neck is snapped, a story now in mythos
Anake's children bring a bitter end