Greek Mythology Revamped
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The cheers of the crowed
pumping of adrenalin
O, how delightful
is the sound
of a coming War
Trumpets sing
the duchess twirl
as the young Lords
march the feild
All the moon knows how to do is consume,
And reflection was never enough for me
Hubris- is a dangerous thing.
I was 17 when we first kissed,
Her unseeing eyes see me,
More clearly than I could ever have dreamed.
Her kindness envelops me like sunlight,
Chasing away terrors that have haunted me since the day
When the flowers claw their way out of the barren ground
And bloom into the blue of your eyes
Will I be reminded of you
I remember the day I first saw you
A statue, mourning the loss
“The old gods are dead, my darling,” he growled in my ear.
“No, they are not, my love,” the words spit from my tongue.
