The Night I Possessed Mnemosyne

The silvery moon glowed and traced with its whitish light a path across the valley where the lands were blanketed by Nyx's dark cloak. In the terrace, the courtains swayed, moved by the soft breeze that brought with it the sea's salty scent. The candles in my room flickered, almost dancing to the rhythm of the lyre played in the great atriums of the castle.

"She will come tonight", I muttered to myself, "and with her all my troubles and vices will vanish away."

The rites took place in my chambers three nights before. I've invoked her name burning incense and myrrh and the smoke swirled blue to meet the sky. A thousand white rose petals were scattered over the marbled floor making a rug that led to my bed, set with rich linen and silk sheets dyed in indigo and carmine, colors the wise men told me she'd never refuse on a monarch's bedding.

'When I have possessed her, the power of her wisdom and eloquence will keep with me as a token to perpetuate my kingdom', I thought.

I waited impatiently, standing next to the chimney that called her name with the coals cracking sound. Even the fire knew she would come. My heart hammered with arrhythmic commotion and my body quivered, anxious; this was the first time a woman or goddess made me feel that way.

"There she is!" I whispered in awe.

A glorious gilded womanly figure glistened standing by the archway between my room and the huge balcony. Her red hair fluttered as she sauntered into the room with gracious pace. Her feet stepped on the flower petals, almost floating, distilling a delicate perfume that immediately filled the air. The semi-transparent light purple robes she wore, faintly covered her sensual curves and everything on her was seen through.

"Mnemosyne!" I said, shocked by the goddess's surreal beauty.

"Who is this, invoking the name of the mighty goddess?" She inquired darting with sternness at me with her amethyst eyes. 

"I am Orestes, king of Sparta." I replied, giving a step forward to close the gap between us.

The embers on the fireplace were reflected on her olive golden skin and I finally admired the preciousness of her divinity. I was told she was a titanic deity and I misinterpreted the meaning of the term, for the greatness relied on her charms and not in the size of her body.

"A king? And why I've been summoned by the king of Sparta, I must ask?"

"I need your help, oh great Mnemosyne. A thousand times more enchanting than Aphrodite and Hera!"

"Don't be a fool with your words Orestes, king of Sparta! Be careful with the comparisons or you will infuriate two powerful and revengeful goddesses in the name of their beauty."

"Why? I am only saying the truth! Yours is the authentic comeliness for I haven't seen any other creature, divine or terrestrial, fairer than you."

"You are bold and seductive with words king Orestes... Why is that such a charming ruler needs my help?"

"Oh, there's no need to talk about these affairs in this precise moment. That can wait after we get... better acquainted, my goddess." I cupped her face and a warm current streamed through my hand, to my arm and made my heart beat even faster than before.

"Sure, Orestes. There's no necessity of discussing treaties and pacts so soon. Red wine and a warm bed can ease all kind of disagreements I think." Mnemosyne stepped back and loosened her robes.

Her fine garments dropped to the floor and the deity posed in front of me with all her nudity exposed. Her skin was like polished porcelain that glistened as if covered with gold dust. There was no shame on her bearing only and enticing sensuality that made me reconsider my mistaken previous position. To take this goddess would certainly be a most delightful pleasure. I already wanted her.

Replicating her doing, I unfastened my linen tunic and both were naked in the middle of the alcove. Mnemosyne stared down at me and smiled lustful, approving what she saw in front of her.

"I promise, my goddess that you will never forget this evening. I will regale you with the exquisiteness of my kisses and caresses. Mount Olympus will hear you moan with passion in my bed tonight." I spoke embracing her tightly.

"Don't make me promises on behalf of my powers king Orestes. I assure you man, that tomorrow you would not even remember your name."

"The affairs of memory can be discussed in the morrow, don't you agree my divine lady?" I told her and we kissed with ardent passion. With virile strength I threw the deity on my bed and I, Orestes king of Sparta, possessed goddess Mnemosyne that night.

***Mnemosyne is the Greek goddess of memory, eloquence and inspiration. The myth says that the poets and kings possessed her in order to get wisdom and the power of speech, inspiration, strategy and rhetoric. She was quite a character, daughter of Uranus and Gaia and one of the first goddesses created. She's the mother of the muses. Mnemosyne and Zeus slept for nine consecutive nights, thus birthing the nine muses. Quite a lusty goddess if you think about it!