There is a feeling
I know I’d been here before

Just a couple steps out of Eden
Then I forgot her

The fruit I’d eaten
Got to my head

But deep inside me
I remember

Elysian vision
Got me walkin’

Talkin’ to the trees in the fields
Looking at the stars in the sky

I see the vision of the fortunate isles
I see the children of the blessed ones

Rhadaman thus ran among us
Now there’s no one to judge us

No need for clothes now
Nothing to hide

Anything lost
Can be found

A haven of rest
For a weary soul

With sorrows forgotten
We sing ode to joy

I skip down the path
of Elysian Fields

I hear Elysian songs
from the birds around

Pa-pa-pa-Papagana, Papagano

Dancing to a magic flute
The muses lead my feet

Down that street
Where the happy soul takes its place

On the ocean shores
Way over the mountain brow
To my journey’s end

I salute Cronus
And his Elysian cronies
In haiku style

This poem is entered for @scuzzy's poetry slam and the poem for day 72 in the 100 day poetry competition @d-pend.(Steemschool Discord) Image Source 1, Image Source 2 and Image Source 3 are all from diviantart.

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