What news shall I bring to you, devoted one?
That I have found new love so wild and bright?
That yours is tamed and dull and not as strong?
That you cannot compare to Zeus's strike?
Our love has gone into the river Styx.
It's flowing with the dead, the damned, and lame.
Strong, the power at Zeus's fingertips:
No one's touch can compare nor be the same.
I do not want to break nor hurt your heart,
But I also must appease my own.
With Hades, you must go. From me, depart
For Zeus's lightning, to me, has shown:
The thrill is not within a settled life.
That love shines brighter in much darker skies.