To Hide, Not Forget

The hue of the sky shifted down a notch,
means not to hurry, just open the scotch.
We'll celebrate still our joyous life,
though most of us has yet a wife.

I laughed, I laughed, until I cried,
I wept an image I kept inside.
For yes, though brave, I'm too a man,
forget the past the best I can.

I slept, we all, inside the camp,
young Apollo did lit the lamp.
'Tis he, 'tis he, to you I say,
my son from Mary, she, from the bay.

Too young was I when it began,
a love romantic, I was a fan.
An age I say, I needed love,
'tis her I found, gift from above.

And yes we loved each other great,
hasty, hasty, we soon did mate.
A month now passed when she revealed,
her womb, not empty, I too shall wield.

I ran, I ran, as fast as I can,
away from Mary, and that my clan.
I wept an image I'll keep inside,
I'm now a father, I should not hide.

Too late was I when I returned,
the village looted, the village burned.
There I saw a crying child,
held by Mary, tender, mild.

The last she said, her dying breath,
"Take care our infant, fear not my death."
I wept an image I'll keep inside,
Oh why dear Mary, you left, you died.

Apollo grew a child so brave,
I taught him warfare, and this I gave.
A gift from Mary, in our first kiss,
a lamp made gold by love and bliss.

We'll celebrate now our joyous life,
though most of us has yet a wife.
For yes, though brave, I'm too a man,
forget the past the best I can.