The Wager Between the Satyr and the God

[stigmaticman]

The Wager Between the Satyr and the God

The young satyr sat in the shade
Passing the day away in melody,
The sound of his song
Played upon the aulos,
Drew the attention of one, Apollo.

The young satyr lifted his head,
Letting up on the reed he was blowing,
Then looked 'pon his guest,
And said to the god,
'Dare I say I'm the best to ever live?'

And for 'anything' was the bet.
Apollo being god of everything music
Thus made his wager
With the young satyr,
And among nobles the contest was set.

The young satyr took up his aulos,
Played his sweet tune to please audience,
But then Apollo
Strummed his cithara,
And neither seemed to outshine the other.

But then, in a final attempt,
Bold Apollo flipped his stringed instrument,
Played again the melody,
And the young satyr,
With his aulos, couldn't match such display.

So the young satyr lost the bet,
And Apollo wasn't one to forget,
Seeing 'anything'
Was the wager made,
He thus pinned the young satyr to a tree.

And that is usually how it goes
When a mortal opposes the gods.

(the end)