My Erato (Narrative) The Poet first became aware of Erato when researching on the internet. Soon after which to his delight she came to him in human guise in the form of a friend named Elizabeth. Since then Erato so often has been a source of poetry. Sometimes at the sight of her, a word or line of poetry would speed through his mind, sometimes a couplet or a verse and at one time a ballad. Even during his sleeping hours she would come in an erotic dream leaving him singing a poem as he woke. The poet was aware that he was a mere mortal man and that Erato was a goddess and therefore was...