Mayhem
Eyes like Storms,
Secrets churning in their depths.
Emotion; chained.
Encased in glacial stone.
Arrogance incarnate
In his Golden Crown.
Athena’s blessing
Behind his brow.
Yet,
Plagued with Humanity,
Cursed,
And bound in flesh.
Striving for the Perfection,
That’s just out of reach.
Bitter words
On his Silver Tongue.
A Lost Dreamer,
With his soul locked in a box.
With only an Arrow
As his Guide.
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