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DESCHAPELLES COUP

DESCHAPELLES COUP Yes, I can hear you say it's been long you hear from me. Im here again with another psychological side of chess. As strongly as I support the use of psychology in chess, Im here to show you the one that might not work for you but had highly worked for only one man; Alexandre Deschapelles.   A frenh champion who only played tough tournament by removing a pawn and asked his opponents to make single or double move losing tempi before he would start playing.  His vast success made psychologists to name such mind-set The Deschapelles' Coup  If you're wondering what he was trying to prove, then you need to listen to A. Deschapelles in his own words:- "I never thought, nor do I believe, that a player of my force could ever appear from the chilly regions of the north. A southern sun can alone organize a brain of sufficient chess-genius to cope with me. In proof of this, hear what happened in Prussia. After the battle of Jena, in 1806, our army entered Berlin. The ladies there, having expressed wonder at our rapid march, were told politely, by one of the French officers, 'We should have arrived here even twenty-four sooner, had we not met with some slight obstacles on the way!' -- these slight hindrances being an army of 300,000 men, whom we were forced to get past! Well, I lodged at the house of a colonel of the Prussian national guard, who, the very first evening, took me to the celebrated Berlin chess club, instituted by the great Frederic himself. "A numerous party of amateurs were assembled to receive me; the lists were pitched, the arms in order. The three strongest heads of the club were opposed to mine. Before playing, in the course of some preliminary conversation, I asked whether any foreigner of my acquaintance had ever enjoyed the honour of an introduction. The reception book being produced, displayed a number of names, French, English, and so forth, but not one whom I knew. 'Which party has been chiefly victorious, yours or your visitors?' demanded I. 'Oh!' replied they, cavalierly enough, 'our club have always come off winners.' 'Very well,' replied I; 'such will not be the case this time.' 'Why?' 'Your club must lose!' Fancy the sensation produced by these words! They all gathered round, and a noise like a Babel broke forth; from which issued such expressions, from time to time, in German, as, 'Oh, what insolence! What presumption! We'll punish him!' "Before playing, it is necessary to settle the terms. I at once declared I never played even, and offered the pawn and two. 'What is your stake?' was the question. 'Whatever sum you please,' answered I; 'from a franc to a hundred louis.' They now said they never played in the club for money. I thought to myself, if that be the case, why ask me what my stake was? But I let that pass; and the three best players sat down to play against me. Not only did I insist on their consulting together, but I further authorized every member of the club to advise them as he might think fit. It was agreed we should play even, in other respects; and as they obstinately refused odds, I resigned myself and them to fate. "The move was drawn for, and gained by me. I played the king's gambit. They took and defended the pawn. Feeling a little sore at what had passed, I thought the less ceremony was necessary; so on the eleventh move, I got up, and told them, in an off-hand way, that it was useless to continue the game, as I had a forced mate in seven moves, which I detailed to them. I then appeared as if about to leave the room, accompanied by my host, and a friend, a cavalry colonel in our service; who, being very fond of chess, had come to take part, as second, in the duel. "The members of the club crowded round, and, changing all at once their tone, asked me politely to favour them with another trial... the next day left Berlin for Hamburg. I did not expect much from them; Berlin is so cold! Besides, for twenty years, I gave the pawn and two moves to the first players in Europe, be they whom they might, when they presented themselves; and would do so still." To hear A. Deschapelles narrate his chess doings, with the real spirit of military frankness, is one of the pleasures of this world.  The image you see, shows one the middle games between A. Deschapelles vs De Labourdonnais in 1836.   After Nxh6+...gxh6 can you prove how Deschapelles mated black in 4moves?

Yes, I can hear you say it's been long you hear from me. Im here again with another psychological side of chess.
As strongly as I support the use of psychology in chess, Im here to show you the one that might not work for you but had highly worked for only one man; Alexandre Deschapelles.

A frenh champion who only played tough tournament by removing a pawn and asked his opponents to make single or double move losing tempi before he would start playing.

His vast success made psychologists to name such mind-set The Deschapelles' Coup

If you're wondering what he was trying to prove, then you need to listen to A. Deschapelles in his own words:-
"I never thought, nor do I believe, that a
player of my force could ever appear from
the chilly regions of the north. A southern
sun can alone organize a brain of sufficient
chess-genius to cope with me. In proof of
this, hear what happened in Prussia. After
the battle of Jena, in 1806, our army entered
Berlin. The ladies there, having expressed
wonder at our rapid march, were told
politely, by one of the French officers, 'We
should have arrived here even twenty-four
sooner, had we not met with some slight
obstacles on the way!' -- these slight
hindrances being an army of 300,000 men,
whom we were forced to get past! Well, I
lodged at the house of a colonel of the
Prussian national guard, who, the very first
evening, took me to the celebrated Berlin
chess club, instituted by the great Frederic
himself.
"A numerous party of amateurs were
assembled to receive me; the lists were
pitched, the arms in order. The three
strongest heads of the club were opposed
to mine. Before playing, in the course of
some preliminary conversation, I asked
whether any foreigner of my acquaintance
had ever enjoyed the honour of an
introduction. The reception book being
produced, displayed a number of names,
French, English, and so forth, but not one
whom I knew. 'Which party has been chiefly
victorious, yours or your visitors?'
demanded I. 'Oh!' replied they, cavalierly
enough, 'our club have always come off
winners.' 'Very well,' replied I; 'such will not
be the case this time.' 'Why?' 'Your club
must lose!' Fancy the sensation produced by
these words! They all gathered round, and a
noise like a Babel broke forth; from which
issued such expressions, from time to time,
in German, as, 'Oh, what insolence! What
presumption! We'll punish him!'
"Before playing, it is necessary to settle the
terms. I at once declared I never played
even, and offered the pawn and two. 'What
is your stake?' was the question. 'Whatever
sum you please,' answered I; 'from a franc
to a hundred louis.' They now said they
never played in the club for money. I
thought to myself, if that be the case, why
ask me what my stake was? But I let that
pass; and the three best players sat down to
play against me. Not only did I insist on their
consulting together, but I further authorized
every member of the club to advise them as
he might think fit. It was agreed we should
play even, in other respects; and as they
obstinately refused odds, I resigned myself
and them to fate.
"The move was drawn for, and gained by
me. I played the king's gambit. They took
and defended the pawn. Feeling a little sore
at what had passed, I thought the less
ceremony was necessary; so on the eleventh
move, I got up, and told them, in an off-hand
way, that it was useless to continue the
game, as I had a forced mate in seven
moves, which I detailed to them. I then
appeared as if about to leave the room,
accompanied by my host, and a friend, a
cavalry colonel in our service; who, being
very fond of chess, had come to take part, as
second, in the duel.
"The members of the club crowded round,
and, changing all at once their tone, asked
me politely to favour them with another trial... the next day left Berlin
for Hamburg. I did not expect much from
them; Berlin is so cold! Besides, for twenty
years, I gave the pawn and two moves to
the first players in Europe, be they whom
they might, when they presented
themselves; and would do so still."
To hear A. Deschapelles narrate his chess
doings, with the real spirit of military
frankness, is one of the pleasures of this world.

The image you see, shows one the middle games between A. Deschapelles vs De Labourdonnais in 1836.

After Nxh6+...gxh6 can you prove how Deschapelles mated black in 4moves?
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EASTER IN A HOLE


All and all the soldier ants I know
Work in unison
Everywhere they go
Marching in one
File be it fast or slow
To gather grain to their hole.

Never pompous to say Hello
To anyone
They come across on their road.

So caring that they haul a fellow
Who gets crashed on the road
Back to the clinic in their hole.

If possible one
Could spend this Easter so
With the ants; I’ll go
And spend it in their hole
For me to know
If corruption exists in their hole also.
HAPPY EASTER CELEBRATION.

Samuel C. Enunwa  20-03-2013.
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THE PARABLES OF MEN


THE PARABLES OF MEN

When men say
I'm pleased to meet you
Or when they say
I love to know more of you
It simply means
I've started hunting you.

When men say
I love your face
Or when they say
I love the way you smile
It simply means
That's where my evil will start.

When men say
I love your eyes
Or when they say
I love to see your iris
It simply means
I'll soon make you cry.

When men say
You look tempting
Or when they say
You look gorgeous in your skirt
It simply means
Baby pulling what you wear won't give me stress.

When men say
I'm here to die for you
Or when they say
I'll never leave your side
It simply means
I'll soon disappoint you.

My dear daughter
These and many more
Are the parables of men
From both the rough and gentlemen
Instead of you to heed them now
You can start giving me frown

And I guess by now
You should know what it means
When they tell you:
"I LOVE YOU."

Samuel C. Enunwa 19-03-2013
http://goo.gl/PgIbn
the 2013 samueldpoetry

When men say
I'm pleased to meet you
Or when they say
I love to know more of you
It simply means
I've started hunting you.

When men say
I love your face
Or when they say
I love the way you smile
It simply means
That's where my evil will start.

When men say
I love your eyes
Or when they say
I love to see your iris
It simply means
I'll soon make you cry.

When men say
You look tempting
Or when they say
You look gorgeous in your skirt
It simply means
Baby pulling what you wear won't give me stress.

When men say
I'm here to die for you
Or when they say
I'll never leave your side
It simply means
I'll soon disappoint you.

My dear daughter
These and many more
Are the parables of men
From both the rough and gentlemen
Instead of you to heed them now
You can start giving me frown

And I guess by now
You should know what it means
When they tell you:
"I LOVE YOU."

Samuel C. Enunwa 19-03-2013
http://goo.gl/PgIbn
the 2013 samueldpoetry

CELINA L. TURNER (A Reply to IN THE DARK)

CELINA L. TURNER (A Reply to IN THE DARK)

Celina, my maiden with waitin fan

Cease waitin' but choose a change your plan

For waitin' is none but ways of man;

Managin' to cope in hot fryin'pan.


Behold today the best of plan!

Meetin' as many a men as you can

Then shall find your one-in-a-million man.


Samuel C. Enunwa 19-12-2012
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AN ISOLATED MAN

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Fool of plan
Unknown pagan
Advertent castaway
Are the real traits
Of an isolated man.

An isolated man
Uses "I" more than
Anyone can.

For instance
I am a man
No one cares who I am
I think I need a distance
To hide away my mind.

An isolated man
Sees himself more than
Anyone can.

For instance
That market woman
Is mocking my stand
And that pretty maiden
Is giving me frown.

An isolated man
Sees negation
In all ramification.

For instance
I can't gain a banking job
It is not for a dwarf man
I won't gain an entrance
Since I hold a pauper glance.

An isolated man
Enemies himself
Far beyond anyone can.

For instance
He has problems
He hates to discuss
He has worries
He won't disclose

But hides himself within his shell
Just to avoid been asked
And to avoid been mocked
Yet forgetting the living fact
That problem lives with every

Man. A mad man
Is an abnormal man
Who goes up and down
Every now and then
But in short
An isolated man
Is a normal mad man
Who goes alone
Every now and then.

Samuel C. Enunwa 19-03-2013
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2013 samueldpoetry
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AN ISOLATED MAN

Fool of plan
Unknown pagan
Advertent castaway
Are the real traits
Of an isolated man.

An isolated man
Uses "I" more than
Anyone can.

For instance
I am a man
No one cares who I am
I think I need a distance
To hide away my mind.

An isolated man
Sees himself more than
Anyone can.

For instance
That market woman
Is mocking my stand
And that pretty maiden
Is giving me frown.

An isolated man
Sees negation
In all ramification.

For instance
I can't gain a banking job
It is not for a dwarf man
I won't gain an entrance
Since I hold a pauper glance.

An isolated man
Enemies himself
Far beyond anyone can.

For instance
He has problems
He hates to discuss
He has worries
He won't disclose

But hides himself within his shell
Just to avoid been asked
And to avoid been mocked
Yet forgetting the living fact
That problem lives with every

Man. A mad man
Is an abnormal man
Who goes up and down
Every now and then
But in short
An isolated man
Is a normal mad man
Who goes alone
Every now and then.

Samuel C. Enunwa 19-03-2013
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2013 samueldpoetry
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DIOSCOREA ALATA (sijo form)

DIOSCOREA ALATA (sijo form)
I ate four slice before I went to bed
And woke by two to stretch my teeth and took two slice and back to bed;
Angry in my dream for God made me pot-bellied

WHO SAYS OTHER COACHES DO BETTER BENITEZ?

Photo: WHO SAYS OTHER COACHES DO BETTER BENITEZ?

Who says other coaches
Do better Benitez?

Rafael Benitez is a man of magic
He proves human within his practice
Who can be strong or sometimes weak
Rafael Benitez is a coach of coaches

He lives within the bricks
Of humility, maturity and experiences
And placards dont make him freak
As haters dont make him sick

Glories have been his
As well as losses
So success to him is not automatic
Rafael Benitez authenticity
Is seen within who he is
So let no fan or group of coaches
Gratifies a coach over this
Since differ are coaches in look and tactics

Football to Wenger is an economics
Where mangement of little resources
Is necessary for making profits

Football to Mourinho is mathematic
Where four plus two equal to six
And surd can never solve an indices

Football to Benitez is metaphysics
Where theories and myths are mixed
With analyses
As the gimmicks for making magics.

So what do you think?
No matter what you think
I'm here to stick 
To the fact that other coaches
Do not better Benitez.
Samuel C. Enunwa 12-03-2012
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Who says other coaches
Do better Benitez?

Rafael Benitez is a man of magic
... He proves human within his practice
Who can be strong or sometimes weak
Rafael Benitez is a coach of coaches

He lives within the bricks
Of humility, maturity and experiences
And placards dont make him freak
As haters dont make him sick

Glories have been his
As well as losses
So success to him is not automatic
Rafael Benitez authenticity
Is seen within who he is
So let no fan or group of coaches
Gratifies a coach over this
Since differ are coaches in look and tactics

Football to Wenger is an economics
Where mangement of little resources
Is necessary for making profits

Football to Mourinho is mathematic
Where four plus two equal to six
And surd can never solve an indices

Football to Benitez is metaphysics
Where theories and myths are mixed
With analyses
As the gimmicks for making magics.

So what do you think?
No matter what you think
I'm here to stick
To the fact that other coaches
Do not better Benitez.
Samuel C. Enunwa 12-03-2012
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IF YOU'VE BEEN IN IBADAN YOU WON'T DISAGREE

Photo: IF YOU'VE BEEN IN IBADAN YOU WON'T DISAGREE


If you've been in Ibadan you won't disagree
That Ibadan is next to paris.

Excuse thyself from the
Largest city it's been made to be
And do not think of the rusty sheets
That visit thy iris
Or that of thy neice
From Bodija, Beere up to Mapo hills

I want you to see
Ibadan, a peaceful city
Where carelessness is an injustice

Ibadan, a place of peace
only ethnicity is their politics

Believe it, where the culprit
Who chases people down the street
Is been chased by the police
Among the beehives
Of multitudes in peace
Moving through the web of the city

Ibadan, the land immortalities
where tales of bravery
Are breifly
Told by the statues along the streets
Of the city

Ibadan, the ancient land of comedies
Where weeping or wetting of the lashes
At burials or weddings
Is a sure way of making rishes

So Ibadan, will you answer please?
Ibadan, will you answer me?

Which tourist will exhaust thee within three weeks?
And which scientist will modernise thee to modern ediffice?

Ibadan, I marvel always at thy ruggedity
Ibadan, I doff my hat for thy turgidity
For you've been long like the marine spirits
Living peacefully in the sinful soul of a bleaching miss.
Samuel C. Enunwa 09-03-2013
Im 2013 samueldpoetry
clicking this is believing: http://goo.gl/PgIbn
IF YOU'VE BEEN IN IBADAN YOU WON'T DISAGREE


If you've been in Ibadan you won't disagree
That Ibadan is next to paris.

Excuse thyself from the
Largest city it's been made to be
And do not think of the rusty sheets
That visit thy iris
Or that of thy neice
From Bodija, Beere up to Mapo hills

I want you to see
Ibadan, a peaceful city
Where carelessness is an injustice

Ibadan, a place of peace
only ethnicity is their politics

Believe it, where the culprit
Who chases people down the street
Is been chased by the police
Among the beehives
Of multitudes in peace
Moving through the web of the city

Ibadan, the land immortalities
where tales of bravery
Are breifly
Told by the statues along the streets
Of the city

Ibadan, the ancient land of comedies
Where weeping or wetting of the lashes
At burials or weddings
Is a sure way of making rishes

So Ibadan, will you answer please?
Ibadan, will you answer me?

Which tourist will exhaust thee within three weeks?
And which scientist will modernise thee to modern ediffice?

Ibadan, I marvel always at thy ruggedity
Ibadan, I doff my hat for thy turgidity
For you've been long like the marine spirits
Living peacefully in the sinful soul of a bleaching miss.
Samuel C. Enunwa 09-03-2013
Im 2013 samueldpoetry
clicking this is believing: http://goo.gl/PgIbn

THEN I KNOW WHERE YOU ARE

THEN I KNOW WHERE YOU ARE

By samuel enunwa, www.PoetryPoem.com/samueldpoetry442    
If either by luck or sheer
Coincidence you find yourself somewhere
Where people buy new car with no manual

Where crude herbal cures cure malaria
Quicker than modern
anti-malaria

Where otapiapia
Sends insects and rats faster
To heaven than other
Insecticides from our lousy manufaketurers

Where people wait till Easter
Before they substitute their
Incessant feeding of amala
With chicken, fried rice and salad

Where murderers murder
And spend more than hour
To leave a trace there
But no one seems to care

Where minority enjoys jacuzzi and spa
While majority of men waste away at
Night in bamboo bar
As to water the gutter
The street and fences with excretal
As to create a urine atmosphere

Pot belly mafias govern people here and there
And at the federal tier
Men are minister for women affair

If you find yourself there
My friend
You need not be scared
For you're in a third world country.




samuel c enunwa 
http://samueldpoetry.blogspot.com

THE GHOST AFFAIR 5 (The Valentine Night)

THE GHOST AFFAIR 5 (The Valentine Night)

By samuel enunwa, www.PoetryPoem.com/samueldpoetry442   

For two ghost to fall in love should
Not be taken for a love cartoon

Since the quest to love is not alone for mortal souls who
Sleep at night to hide away from shining moon

So I promise you my boo:

Until brides begin to pay dowries for their bridegroom
And window size for rest rooms begin to share the same size with living room

My boo,
I'll live a ghost to be your fool

Until libraries cease to be where people visit to read book
And Nigerian mommies cease to pick their beans before they cook

My lady, I'll live a ghost to be your fool.

14-02-2013  Samuel C. Enunwa
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62 THINGS I HATE ABOUT BUCATERIA

Photo: 62 THINGS I HATE ABOUT BUCATERIA

I hate it
When the food seller who is ten times
Bigger than a bag of beans
Does nothing than order people every
Nook and cranny;
They love sedentary and see
Pride in fatness, I so much hate it.

I hate it
When an ugly
Server in tired looking
Substandard micro mini jeans
And sleeveless comes
With unnecessary
Pride and fallen breast to serve my meal
As if I would say,
"Please, marry me."
I hate it
Even though I'm still in the quest to marry.

It shocks my iris
When a long thread of a maiden
Hair is found in my meal
Not to mention things
Like roaches, soldier ants or tsetse fly
Is found in my rice.
Oh gosh! I always wish to vomit.

It pisses me
When the seller coughs or catarrhs
And wipes her nostrils
With the passage of her fist
Before selling my meal for me.
Even though it's not her fault
It pisses me off.

I'm as well filled with displease
When a bucateria sells me
A porridge beans
Or burnt plantain over my rice and beans
Or a tough meat
With concorted okra to go with my wheat.
Can you imagine how displeasing?

And it saddens my heart
When some bunch of thieves
Called the food sellers committee
Comes to exploit my
Seller in the morning very early
To pay some dues and committee fees.
Bunch of thieves,
Why can't they go to Mr. Biggs?
...to be continued
19-02-2013. Samuel C. Enunwa
http://goo.gl/p2HQM
I'm 2013 Samueldpoetry.


I hate it

When the food seller who is ten times
Bigger than a bag of beans
Does nothing than order people every
Nook and cranny;
They love sedentary and see
Pride in fatness, I so much hate it.

I hate it
When an ugly
Server in tired looking
Substandard micro mini jeans
And sleeveless comes
With unnecessary
Pride and fallen breast to serve my meal
As if I would say,
"Please, marry me."
I hate it
Even though I'm still in the quest to marry.

It shocks my iris
When a long thread of a maiden
Hair is found in my meal
Not to mention things
Like roaches, soldier ants or tsetse fly
Is found in my rice.
Oh gosh! I always wish to vomit.

It pisses me
When the seller coughs or catarrhs
And wipes her nostrils
With the passage of her fist
Before selling my meal for me.
Even though it's not her fault
It pisses me off.

I'm as well filled with displease
When a bucateria sells me
A porridge beans
Or burnt plantain over my rice and beans
Or a tough meat
With concorted okra to go with my wheat.
Can you imagine how displeasing?

And it saddens my heart
When some bunch of thieves
Called themselves the food sellers committee
Comes to exploit my
Seller in the morning very early
To pay some dues and committee fees.
Bunch of thieves,
Why can't they go to Mr. Biggs?
...to be continued
19-02-2013. Samuel C. Enunwa
http://goo.gl/p2HQM
I'm 2013 Samueldpoetry.

IT'S LIKE ARMAGEDDON





Photo: IT'S LIKE ARMAGEDDON
Gloomy thoughts connived with sweeping broom
And sunlight clashed wi' thunderstorm
Rumbling so loud for everyone.

The pasto' repented his drinking rum
And wombs regroomed for babies to come.

I locked my eyes and saw it formed
Life occurrence beat her drum
Of elergy for Olurombi to mourn her son
The son the sea goddess took after he was born.

All took place in the cloudy room
Of my heart this afternoon
Realising how my fate has turned.

Ah! God, please, bind this doom
Confussion's causing me dragon burn
Where my eyes I cast the roads are gone.

And somehow in dark in forceful permutation
I'm bleeding below I can see them come
Oozing like someone with bleedin' gum.

For in dark my tereus kingdom
Philomelised my youthful ambition
And twist my fate and took my tongue
To nightingale I'm left with song
The song of woe on whom I've become.
20-02-2013 Samuel C. Enunwa
http://goo.gl/PgIbn
I'm 2013 samueldpoetry
Image from http://metalfromfinland.com
Gloomy thoughts connived with sweeping broom
And sunlight clashed wi' thunderstorm
Rumbling so loud for everyone.

The pasto' repented his drinking rum

And wombs regroomed for babies to come.

I locked my eyes and saw it formed
Life occurrence beat her drum
Of elergy for Olurombi to mourn her son
The son the sea goddess took after he was born.

All took place in the cloudy room
Of my heart this afternoon
Realising how my fate has turned.

Ah! God, please, bind this doom
Confussion's causing me dragon burn
Where my eyes I cast the roads are gone.

And somehow in dark in forceful permutation
I'm bleeding below I can see them come
Oozing like someone with bleedin' gum.

For in dark my tereus kingdom
Philomelised my youthful ambition
And twist my fate and took my tongue
To nightingale I'm left with song
The song of woe on whom I've become.
20-02-2013 Samuel C. Enunwa
http://goo.gl/PgIbn
I'm 2013 samueldpoetry
Image from http://metalfromfinland.com/
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 NOTE: Tereus (Ancient Greek: Τηρεύς) was a Thracian king,[1][2] the son of Ares and husband of Procne. Procne and Tereus had a son, Itys.
Tereus desired his wife's sister, Philomela. He forced himself upon her, then cut her tongue out and held her captive so she could never tell anyone. He told his wife that her sister had died. Philomela wove letters in a tapestry depicting Tereus's crime and sent it secretly to Procne. In revenge, Procne killed her and Tereus' son Itys and served his flesh in a meal to his father Tereus. When Tereus learned what she had done, he tried to kill the sisters but all three were changed by the Olympian Gods into birds: Tereus became a hoopoe; Philomela became the nightingale whose song is a song of mourning for the loss of innocence; Procne became the swallow. SOURCE:www.en.wikipedia.com
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