Hyacinthus

Born of privilege, the golden son of a Queen and King

His precious birth inspired the laconic Spartans to sing

A charismatic youth who lived a life of royal state

His being gave many the cause to celebrate

So captivating that he had the people’s love

Eventually drawing the eye from Mt Olympia above

The golden-haired god of beauty fondly took him as a lover

Together, they trod daily in peaceful fields of clover

Ignoring all others, only each other's company they sought

The prince, learning all that the god of light taught

Never suspecting their bond could bring misfortune

The two swains continued dancing to love's enchanting tune

The favored prince’s stunning looks shown

The spring’s messenger coveted him for his own

The wind god looked for a way to entice the man away

He offered his best treasures and boons, hoping to sway

But none of the west wind's beguilements enticed the mortal

Which ended up angering the winged immortal

Human and sunny Olympian continue their romance

Playing in a river meadow, the tow lovers prance

Tossing a discus in a playful game of catch between the two

When in a jealous fit of rage, the jilted god blew

Sending youthful god’s aim off, striking his beau in the head

The Spartan’s golden prince fell to the ground, dead

The West Wind quickly went on his way, going back to whichever wife

Apollo fell to his knees, embracing Hyacinthus, trying to return his life

Mourning the sudden loss of his lover and his friend

The god of healing, unable to heal, didn’t want his friend’s life to end

Flowers replacing where Sparta’s youthful prince lay

Unable to live without his love, the bereft god eternalized him to this day