
The Theseus Thesis [a lost epic] by Norman B (Book I begins with evocation of the Muse, then Aegeus, the first episode in the epic.) Help me, O, Heav'nly Muse, sing the song of Theseus, The greatest hero of ancient Athens, and all Attica. Aged Aegeus, kind King of Athens, Gazed at the hazy horizon From the top of a mountain. He saw to the South The mast of a schaph a-risin' It sported a sail that told him a tale Through its ominous color (black!), That his heir, whom the gods had just gi'en him Would ne'er be coming back. The Crown Prince, proud Prince Theseus, Had met with merciless Plight! --Aegeus was sure: If his son had lived, HE'd have hoisted a sail which was white, For such was the signal arranged by the son And the father now foundering in grief! Down from the mountain he flung himself! Down! Down! Down! Down! Down to the ground's relief! But, on board the black-sailed ship, The son was alive with a glass at his lip! Yes, there was a table set well with wine And plenty of red meat on which to dine, And Theseus led them with great elation In their victory celebration! He'd freed his sovereign nation From Cretan domination! He'd killed the beast, been filled with feast, Tasted and dined! Wasted on wine, Sat down at the table, told many a tale, And, in jubilation, neglected the sail. The black-sailed sloop soon swiftly sailed To the Athenian docks, And Theseus, heathen hedonist, Was informed that his father had died on the rocks. [THESEUS:] "I am to blame! I am to <b>...</b>
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