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End of the rope End of the line The burning in their lungs Is everything less than divine They beg and they call out For their family to stop But only they can hear their own thoughts  
Pandora! NO! do not open up that inbox! you will release all evil and sin! they will not forgive you for being unorthodox!   unless they do not figure out it is you, who has long luscious locks 
In the midst of winter I hear them cry, For all the nights I have said goodbye. Let thy heart rest on mine, as I will fill it with red wine. With every touch of passion, my skin has all the answers,
Pages upon pages and pages and pages and pages appear on his desk before he is done for the night; he stays, and he works, until  the clock strikes eleven. Eyes bleary,
The team floats into the back of gym, passing the torches that burn with a bright red flame, lyres and violis sing harmoniously, signaling the start of the ballgame. 
Dark it was, all around Zero light and zero sound And there sat Psyche, anxious and afraid At the horrible mistake she might have made Reading back through her texts, scrolling back through her phone
Nessie, for years, had been the best That there ever was in Lake Loch Ness People would come from miles round Just to picture her, from the ground On their film of camera or their phone
Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your hair Rapunzel, Rapunzel, why do you stay in your lair? Don’t you see there is a whole world out there?   While you sit and wait Time passes by Any more sitting-
The saying goes                        “Don’t fly to close to the sun” You’ll only burn yourself in the end                         It was just too good to be true Isn’t that what they say? Or did the luck
The epic heroes seem gone But their spirits live on In the hearts of brave souls Who risk much to find gold Sirens no longer lure But their voices are heard In the songs on repeat
I'm very scary, or so it seems; I'm really very sweet. Look past my writhing snaked and look at me: my beauty, my grace, my kindness inside. Ha! Now I have enchanted you forever with my Medusa vibes.
Good and evil, Heaven and Nevaeh, Amorous and grotesque, Brother and brother, Cousins alike, Ares and Hephaestus.  
Modern Myths Poem If myths were made for modern day Gods and beasts would surely stay  As divine beings greater than us Who rule our world so dangerous With monsters and beasts always near
Loki went to Comic Con One summer afternoon. He dressed up as his Marvel self Grinning like a loon.   He saw some Thors and Iron Mans  And green eyes glint in knowing
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