I, invisible goddess, I envy unloved goat-nymph
on Greek islands
Let me and my invisible do more harm to visible
unlanguage me, but do not make me play the harp to Harpy
Her name is Love.
Hear me mortal’s. twist your sights
demigods, taste my riptide
wrought pen of magic fire
On behalf of this sword and in the name of the ocean
the tides are turning, love is changing her place
the Love is not looking for a place under the sun
the Love does not seek the city under water
the Love does not get the wrath of Poseidon
Hecate, I am diving into the fog, for I see your monsters
in the mist …
Love, do you believe in love?

END OF PART ONE