The story is told as a tragic tale of great love lost.
What if Eurydice had this planned in advance?
Perhaps she grew tired of his endless paeans and golden lyre.
His story of course was all about him,
A strutting man of privilege
Who bound her up in melodied chains
And then offered her to the world to see.
She found an escape.
(Snakes can be persuaded to cooperate, after all.
Certain serpents are said a fondness for honey.)
Carried by Charon across Acheron, the river of suffering,
She then made her way to Lethe,
There to drink and thus find peace in sweet oblivion.
Being the object of such trumpeted passion a burden
She could now discard and forget the life she had not chosen.
Then to her horror and dismay, he followed after her,
Seeking to reclaim his vaunted possession.
Seizing her last chance, she slipped away,
Knowing that in his hubris and pride, he would look over his shoulder
To make sure that his glory glittered back from her mirrored self.
And of course he did. They always do, don’t they?
Only to find her departing, but he could not forget
The brief glance of triumph he saw on her face.
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