The Tragedy of Hercules & Meghara

It was a cold, hard, dark winter, full of misery and wretchedness 

War was raging, launched by a man of wanton recklessness

Inflation, recession and a spike in homelessness

Yet ‘twas one story that gripped the world for its fearlessness

A boy married a girl; this is of no especial importance in itself

The boy was a prince and the girl a thespian all by herself

An arcane and archaic institution the girl was entering 

The institution was recalcitrant; the new princess was swiftly exiting

Castles and gallantry were no match for inviolable privacy

Hercules and Meghara were forging a new path of dignity

There was no time to waste in the Evil Empire’s clutch 

The star-crossed couple escaped; the land of dreams within touch

To the New World they went; never to be seen again 

Quiet they went; there was nothing like solitude and zen

They did not want to be regimental; they wanted LA Confidential

Money and fame was not part of the game; a quiet family life was essential

 {This so-called “poem” was neither licensed or commissioned by Netflix}