Eurydice Pissed

She's dancing in a summer field giddy with love of Orpheus when a goddamn viper bites her bare ankle. Why not a bee or even, forchristsake, a nasty yellowjacket? She's instantly dead. Oh, great, the frailty of a pirouetting nymph! Quite dead. Orpheus, her newly wedded husband, also giddy with love rushes to her fallen side. No, no! Eurydice! he screams. Not two days married, making passionate love earlier in the meadow field. After, he'd been singing love songs to her while she was twirling away, still naked, in the blooming clover. The gods watching their duet happiness were even smiling, amused. Orpheus now holds her dead body, limp as the meadow's crushed grass. Weeping uncontrollably at this cruel loss. 

Eurydice wakes in the underworld puzzled. Mere seconds ago love-sated and dancing in their favorite summer meadow: Now dead! Realizing such, she's all-as-hell-pissed that in an eyeblink she's been snatched away from her lover-husband. Forlornly, she still hears the lingering Sappho lyric he'd been singing to her while strumming his golden lyre: Love irresistible, You set me on fire, I desire and crave you. Now she's freaking dead in a loveless Hades with nary a summer field to dance naked in.  

Her anger rises as droll Hades himself comes up to greet her, drawn to her naked loveliness, to cheer this newly arrived beautiful nymph. She rebuffs him as if he were the damn snake itself that bit her. Go to Hell! she sardonically yells at him (little realizing her pun). As Hell's dissipating winds whip her long blond hair whispering against her sadness. 

Hades consort, Persephone, steps forward to offer Eurydice comfort. I recognize you, says Eurydice, nonetheless hurtfully repulsing Persephone. At least you get to leave this dark horrid place for the upper world's sunshine, reclaiming your happiness every Spring. Still, Eurydice knows Persephone suffers in her own way as Queen of the Underworld. Nevertheless, despite the friendly gesture, Eurydice's angry tears aren't abated. A pall of gloom settles over her as she moves to grimly explore her dispiriting new underworld home. 

Persephone soon comes across other linked love couples: Francesca and Paolo, Cleopatra and  Mark Antony, Romeo and Juliet, Heloise and Abelard. They at least still have each other, although she weeps in camaraderie out of pity, hearing these lovers' death stories. Trapped in this shit-forever place. 

Eurydice decides the only way she's to be reunited with Orpheus: He must come to rescue her! She has seen and felt the charm of his playing and singing. He's said to charm even stones with his music, coax trees into dance. Orpheus' lyre playing even saved the Argonauts from the fatal, bewitching Sirens. Surely, her husband's beguiling music, Eurydice resolves, could charm the pall off Hades into releasing her back into the upper world. Once joyfully on the way out of this dark fucking place, she concludes, neither of us is looking back!