O false-faced Janus, you've let this all begin!

What use, you two-faced bastard, if you will not warn,

or better, guard the doorway you adorn?

Seems any lustful fool can find his way within!


I can't believe it's my fault to have thought

my house a refuge not to be defied,

yet you've allowed this person access long denied

into the only sanctuary that I've got!


What good's a god whose gaze can look both ways

and see the merit in some other man's desire?

Whose grace bestows acceptance of that fire

and permits a single night of bliss to last for days?


Why should I pray and sacrifice in vain

when it's clear to me as well as he and thee

that despite my protests I am no longer free?

I vow, it's only right that I complain!


Oh, here - accept this bowl of wine as my assent;

for love begins though passion's spent, and now I know

such passion, once aroused, can only grow:

it's plain to see it was from heaven sent!


Janus, the Roman god of beginnings, is most often represented with a double-faced head looking in opposite directions.  He is invoked for planting and for the start of the harvest, and he is recognized as the patron of marriage, birth, and other important beginnings occurring within an individual life.  At one time he was regarded as the primary deity, and the first month of the year bears his name.  His likeness is frequently found on gates and in passageways, where he is the doorkeeper.


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