Behold, behold, The Muses, The Daughters of Mnemosyne! Behold, their fairness, their beauty, their wisdom… O Muses, O Muses, SING!!! SING TO US, O MUSES!!! SING TO US, not just of rage…
Μῆνιν ἄειδε θεὰ Πηληϊάδεω ᾿Αχιλῆος οὐλομένην, ἣ μυρί’ ᾿Αχαιοῖς ἄλγε’ ἔθηκε, πολλὰς δ’ ἰφθίμους ψυχὰς ῎Αϊδι προΐαψεν ἡρώων, αὐτοὺς δὲ ἑλώρια τεῦχε κύνεσσιν οἰωνοῖσί τε πᾶσι, Διὸς δ’ ἐτελείετο βουλή, ἐξ οὗ δὴ τὰ πρῶτα διαστήτην ἐρίσαντε ᾿Ατρεΐδης τε ἄναξ ἀνδρῶν καὶ δῖος ᾿Αχιλλεύς.
*RAGE!
Rage. Sing, O Muse, of the rage of Achilles, Of Peleus’ son, Murderous, Fated to die…
Sing of the rage that cost the Achaeons so many good men and sent so many vital, hearty souls down to the dreary House of Death…
Goddess, sing the rage of Pelias’ son Achilles, Destructive, how it gave the Achaeans endless pain And send many brave souls of heroes to Hades— And it made them food for the dogs And all the birds, as Zeus’ plan was being fulfilled.
Start from when those two first diverged in strife, The lord of men, Agammemnon, Atreus’ son, and godly Achilles.*
Sing to us of all things, all people, all epics… And spare us from the bitter sting of final tragedy… Tell us the happy ending of all stories, of Orpheus and Eurydice reunited, of Romeo and Juliet dancing in the halls of heaven…
Clio, History, The Annals Of Time