The boys of athens and d. c

What Byron truly ‘earthed in Greece,
Remains most rumored ‘fair.
The charm of beauty ’ll never cease,
This epic to declare.




Vasilios.




He was a man of pure thought,
With body of a god.
His ways were never laid in naught,
His morals were vice squad.

He looked at everything at ease,
With eyes of heaven-blue.
With Athen skill and Spartan squeeze,
He kept his worlds subdue.

He was a rose in the wild,
And wanted among maids.
He always kept his hair styled,
Regardless of the trades.

Maids hunted him, he paid them back,
With tryst of chasteful smile.
Yet, deep inside, his chthonic self
Was to contest denial.




Dimitrious.




The ever kid of both worlds,
Annoyed, at times depressed.
Dimitrious - lad’s name it was,
All earth and human blest.

He seized the dignity of men,
And joy amid his kin.
His mouth never sighed ‘amen’
His mind behaved no sin.

He sailed through life with mango breeze,
His fleet has never leaked.
Yet, gentle conduct was of tease,
By arrogant and wicked.

He was of beauty, nasal one,
His beak had noble ties,
His shoulders could’ve cart the sun,
Same goeth for his thighs.





Sergios




A man of passion and wines fine,
In constant groove for love.
At times bacchanal and malign
And, source of all above.

His curio had led him strong,
Thus slackening his hair.
His sense of ‘short’, for some was ‘long’,
And ‘no’, meant ‘to dare’.

He had a flat where pleasance ruled,
Where dog could play with cat.
Where cupids daintily were schooled,
And many twosomes met.

Vasilios, was drawn first,
As friend and then as more.
Dimitrious, was later nursed
To trivious rapport.



...tbc