This is the poem I mentioned to John Isbell. It required rather a lot of research, lol.
Dancers of Delphi
Herse
I am Herse; Athena once asked me to care
:>for young Erik, the great Gaia's child,
but I failed, I went mad, and I tore out my hair,
:>then I jumped to my death, wan and wild;
and I trance with my sisters in broken relief
:>to an unheard melodious mix,
on our podium decked with acanthusine leaf
:>in our new home, museum room six.
Aglauros
I'm Aglauros; I too took my life that bad day,
:>though some say that I died for my town,
in a sacrifice aimed to cast Ares away,
:>thus I climbed atop cliffs and dropped down;
and I trance with my sisters in broken relief
:>to an unheard melodious mix,
on our podium decked with acanthusine leaf
:>in our new home, museum room six.
Pandrosos
I'm Pandrosos; I perished not by my own hand,
:>for I didn't peer in Erik's box,
so I saw no slick snake, guarding, frighteningly grand,
:>since I did not pick Athena's locks;
and I trance with my sisters in broken relief
:>to an unheard melodious mix
on our podium decked with acanthusine leaf
:>in our new home, museum room six.
All
Once we danced for Apollo in Pythian form,
:>at his temple in Delphi, most high,
but being stared at by humans is now the grim norm
:>with three brothers, two headless, nearby;
and we all trance together in broken relief
:>to an unheard melodious mix
on our podium decked with acanthusine leaf
:>in our new home, museum room six.
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