It has been far to long; last I wrote unto thee, ages past; so many have forgotten the ways of love; mankind now only seems to hold your art of war; I have found others though, young in spirit that still hold dear your loves; forever willing to embrace thee, holding thine virtues true.
“O’ Cythereia, Aphrodite, I call to you again; to bless humanity once more with love, not war; may you return again into the hearts of men and women, may you again come alive within the temples to thine divinity; teach us again; Cythereia, how to love.”
Now again I see within the hearts of men; your teachings we so desperately need; the need for love, the need for compassion; humanity again needs your love; now more than ever; they have embraced your art of war and have forgotten how to love, how to love life; the way you have shown to me ages ago must now be shown to humanity once again.
Again this new fashion of pen tells my new tales; the grandeur that has been the reward of wars; humanity has prospered greatly since the gods last came unto man; I ask you Aphrodite, “Will you now return from the top of Olympus? I beg of you; your sister Athena; she has returned me to earth thus, now I ask you again Aphrodite, return to humanity, love.”
In this new age; two thousand years since my hand last wrote Athena’s words; humanity has now new plagues upon it, dreadful plagues indeed; murder, disease, and dependency now rule the hearts of many men; men and women alike have now long forgotten that which was taught in your great schools of Athens.
There are new mirrors in today’s age; no longer made of the silver of old, now they are of glass; they produce such a pure reflection of ones self; showing me the passion and love that you yourself put into my eyes; I am left to belive that this was the last gift you gave unto humanity; from this vanity and beauty are two things that have not been lost; “Cythereia, has thou such a mirror; a mirror with lights that burn without candles within; has thou the vanity shown by the women of today?”
“I ask you again Cythereia, tell unto me Homerus; give to me any and all new teachings of love; that I may once again; for you and your sister Athena; continue to fill the hearts of men, women and children with the teachings of new and old; does thou wish this of me now?”
The love has not died within me; as Athena has kept my soul alive; my passions will forever be my loves; it was from you yourself, golden haired Cythereia that I Homerus was to know; the art of love, the burn of my passions extreme; through you Aphrodite, I have loved and lost, through you my heart has been broken; time and time again; if thou did grant unto me the chance to alter the past, know that I would let it be.
As Athena, the mother of life on earth; your sister gave unto humanity; us, the mortals; beauty and life upon earth; you Cythereia, have bestowed upon us an equal gift; for it was indeed you Aphrodite, that gave unto humanity not only love and war, but the arts, the4 passion and all that drives humanity to succeed and grow; “My praise unto thee Aphrodite, our most beautiful goddess of love and war; hear my words as I sing my new songs unto thee again, for all, humans and the gods alike.”
Gone now are the days of old; my words were held high by those in Crete, spoken and sung in glorious song by those in Athens; my words now again put to these papers; I will rise now to have my new songs heard; as before, it is for the benefit of all mankind that I compose; may your love be within these Cythereia.
It saddens this new heart O’ so much; all that I have written, there are few that know my hymns, fewer still are those that sing my song with heart; “O’ Aphrodite, you have blessed my soul with your love, let me share it again in this new age; that I Homerus, again give your love to humanity, it longs for it so desperately.”
“May the muses sing aloud their praise unto the goddess of love; their voices have never been silenced; let all hear this as they sing; may the crowds gather again to hear me as I sing my praise unto the gods; blessed be thine teachings of love Cythereia.”
Here in this age of oppression and physical domination; nearing the age of return of the gods; give back to humanity the desire to make your first gift again out weigh the second; “I pray unto thee Cythereia, may love once again rule humanity, the children of the gods; surely they have now suffered enough.”
It is very apparent that in this new age technology rises in power; greed and selfishness abound everywhere in the hearts of mortal man; we must all look once again to that which is within us; ask unto thine self, “How is it that humanity has come to this prosperous new age?” The answer is within our hearts, it is by passion and love; by Cythereia’s gift of the arts; bestowed upon humanity by the golden haired goddess of love and war.
In all my time in Athens; the age where art was held high above all; never did I see such atrocities, despair, evil hearts; others, bound into addiction and those evil hearts that profit from this human desperation; “O’ yee high in the heavens, why has thou let this fate befall your child race, does thou not see the evil run rampant within humanity?”
I return my thoughts now to your love, Cythereia with your golden crown; from my old songs the virtues still ring true; humanity should suffer the wars no more, grant unto this earth again your love; whence thou returns from the heavens, to inhabit Olympus once again; I myself will be the only one to hold the love you have given unto us, lest something be done by divinity to change that which now is.
Humanity cries out from it’s very soul; “O’ Aphrodite, goddess of love, return to us again, we need you O’ so desperately.” There are indeed many here that would readily fall before the goddess of love upon her return; I sing again to the heavens themselves, “Zeus! Return to us again the sisters; love and beauty; may you again grant unto humanity their divine presence; gray eyed Athena, goddess of beauty, golden haired Aphrodite, goddess of love and war; do not let this plague continue to invade the hearts of mankind.”
“O’ Aphrodite, come again unto the mortal souls on earth, bring with thine divinity thine love; restore in the hearts of mortals the love they have lost in centuries passed; I beckon thee Cythereia; I beg of you Aphrodite, from my knees; give us again your love to balance against war.”
May humanity again now know love; that I Homerus again sing my song; that the gods of Olympus will return unto us again; for humanity has all but forgotten the love bestowed upon us by Cythereia; humanity has instead embraced her second gift of war; “O’ Aphrodite, Cythereia of the golden crown, hear me as I cry out to thee; may my voice be a thousand voices loud; hear me as I beg of you Cythereia, return unto humanity, the love it has lost!”
