Angela Francis
Prompt
Thus raged the goddess; and, with fury fraught.
The restless regions of the storms she sought,
Where, in a spacious cave of living stone,
The tyrant Aeolus, from his airy throne,
With power imperial curbs the struggling winds,
And sounding tempests in dark prisons binds.
This way and that the impatient captives tend,
And, pressing for release, the mountains rend.
High in his hall the undaunted monarch stands,
And shakes his scepter, and their rage commands.
Which did he not, their unresisted sway
Would sweep the world before them in their way.
Earth, air, and seas through empty space would roll,
And heaven would fly before the driving soul.
In fear of this, the Father of the Gods
Confined their fury to those dark abodes,
And locked them safe within, oppressed with mountain loads.
Imposed a king, with arbitrary sway,
To loose their fetters, or their force allay.
To whom the suppliant queen her prayers addressed,
And thus, the tenor of her suit expressed: - Artwork in the style of Andy Russell
Thus raged the goddess; and, with fury fraught.
The restless regions of the storms she sought,
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