The Real Tragedy

What if Eurydice, in shadows deep, did not her heart for Orpheus keep? 

In the silent, moonlit night, she turned away from his love's light. 

Could it be that in his tender song, she felt she did not belong? 

In the echoes of his tune, her heart was wrapped in silent gloom.

What if the burden of a muse was a weight she could not choose? 

In his gaze, she found despair, feeling unworthy of his care. 

Could it be that in his arms, she feared the loss of her own charms? 

In the melodies so bright, she shed a tear in the quiet night.

What if love was not her fate? 

In his arms, she felt too late to find the joy that lovers seek, 

In moments tender, soft, and meek. 

Could it be that in the underworld, her heart in shadows was unfureld? 

In the myth, a tale untold, her love for him grew faint and cold.

What if Orpheus, with hope so bright, was unaware of her silent night? 

In his song, he could not see the doubts that plagued Eurydice. 

Could it be that in the end, two hearts would break, unable to mend? 

In the echoes of a love unspoken, they found their bond forever broken.

What if Eurydice, a muse no more, found solase on a distant shore? 

In the shadows, she did find a peace that soothed her troubled mind. 

Could it be that in her silent flight, she found her own eternal light? 

In the depths of her own soul, she finally felt complete and whole.

What if Eurydice, in shadows deep, found another heart to keep? 

In the silent, moonlit night, she turned towards a different light. 

Could it be that in this new embrace, she found a love that set her pace? 

In the warmth of someone new, her heart began to beat anew.

What if this love, so fresh and bright, brought her joy and pure delight? 

In his eyes, she saw her worth, feeling reborn, a second birth. 

Could it be that in his tender care, she found a love beyond compare? 

In the melodies they shared, her soul felt cherished, deeply spared.

What if Orpheus, with heart so true, sang his songs in shades of blue? 

Unaware that she had found a love that made her spirit sound. 

Could it be that in this twist of fate, she found a love that couldn't wait? 

In the echoes of her choise, she found her heart's true voice.

What if Eurydice, a muse no more, found love upon a distant shore? 

In the arms of someone kind, she left her doubts and fears behind. 

Could it be that in this newfound grace, she found her own eternal place? 

In the depths of her own soul, she finally felt complete and whole.