DivinelyOriginal

         Psyche I find myself at the edge of lucus Only to find a marvelous house, with Golden columns and silver walls, and thus A disembodied voice speaks, like a whiz "Make yourself comfortable" it tells me At dinner I find myself quite amused Sing to the invisible lyre, and see A feast that serves thy self! I was enthused! But alas, this was soon put to a close Fear consumes me as I'm led to a room In darkness,  a being's silhouette shows He claims me as his wife, here in the gloom Leave me at sunrise, forbid me thy face I love when you bestow me with your grace