|Gene Moutoux's Poetry
Aurora has parted the curtains of morning--
The adamant Phaėthons cue to depart.
Ignoring the counsel of Pheobus his father,
The brash adolescent will guide the suns cart.
Fair Clymenes son ponders naught but the glory
That at the days end unto him will redound.
The powerful Apollo is powerless to stop him;
His hands with an oath he has foolishly bound.
Soon Phaėthon falters and, sensing their freedom,
The steeds arbitrarily rise and descend.
When close to the earth flies their fiery cargo,
A thunderbolt, Zeus thrown, spells Phaėthons end.
Why, O Apollo, didst Thou not allow
Thy godhead release from Thy nocuous vow?
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