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Laughter and giggles floated through the air
Atmosphere shimmering as the resident golden boy grinned
Shrieking laughter following the class clown's pranks
Swooning girls shifted their attention
As we all can remember, Hades was never one to give a favor,
but Persephone was different, the whole world he would have gave her.
The night he saw her dancing at the bar, around her legs her pink dress was twirling,
oh
i am too pretty
too pretty indeed
as my golden hair shines in the sun
my eyes a mesmerizing blue
my skin as fair as a flower
athena calls it egotism
but i call it self-love
In the world of today
Apollo would say
how he feels about those
who stray
Artemis Wouldnt have a bow
but she would know
about the lowes of today
Athena whos sharp
Bright-Star Apollo rocking out on stage
Pulling moth-boy Icarus into his light.
Young eyes drip wax.
Falling for his muse, there is no use.
What if the myth's had never died?
Instead their blood creeped into ours?
You can see the blood of fae in the pirouette of a ballet dancer,
In the way the rebeling teenagers create turmoil wherever they roam.
The siren of today doesn't lure men to death,
But instead uses it for good, until her last, dying breath.
Her ocean is polluted, her lungs filled with muck,
She has to admit that she is now stuck.
Orpheus was kinda vain,
He called himself a nice guy,
Eurydice believed him,
And thought she'd give him a try.
But Orpheus was a basket case,
Or as we call it - the artistic type,
The flowers always died in his presence.
He had only ever seen the bright and brilliant colors of meadows from a distance.
Never had he been able to feel the soft petals or waft the sweet scent of spring.
A chime rings
An ad is placed
Full of things
Unknown to our race
"Become rich with one trick"
A chime rings
An ad is placed
Full of things
Unknown to our race
"Become rich with one trick"
Orpheus strums the lyre, taming each sweet thread
A sound dripping honey, melody dancing through head
He gives even stones a will
And golden sun, facing him, stands still
A sailor by the name of Jones
For he was long at sea
Until he met a woman
That told him of all he could be.
She told him he could have her heart
If only just one thing,
There comes a time in a mother's life
When her son or daughter must leave her
I call on you, oh faithful Nine
Of isle of myth of long ago.
Would you please bless these words of mine
So I can burst from head to tow
With rhymes? I think that they should be
Radiating then with glee!
A monument to all your sins,
Perched upon the zenith of all your darkest fears,
Scorned with the duties by an omnipotent sibling.
Fiercely possessive and consumed by a black rage
A toll waits at the river Styx
You are the fruit, who's taste I desire
That before I may bite, cruel winds carry higher
Those vast, quenching waters just under my lip
That the tide tears away as I try to sip
I long to just jump
I am ugly.
And I know that I am.
But I have a want,
a need,
a desire
a desperation for love and beauty.
I hide behind the jagged rocks
