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Into the dark woods Lives a shadowy figure Waiting to pounce at
Pray thee, my friend That you may never be caught On Oslo’s streets Alone And Afraid Beneath the full moon’s light  
A powerful man consumed with the shrieks of useless souls. Seen as a disgrace amoung the other Gods and Goddesses. This is a man who cannot me loved but searches desperately for it.
The buzz of the animatronics, The tangled wires of the life cords, The light reflecting off the smooth metal plates,   I’ve prepared everything for you,
A Latin American Urban Legend Or perhaps a misguided truth. It is a merciless beast according to those who speak, Preying upon lames, upon sheep. It watches from the bushes in the cloak of night
With tainted lips he drew me in he plucked my hands he kissed it softly in a soft song he whispered to me The way I see you, my darling it makes the stars gleam brighter, but they only reminisce
Her eyes were soft She was beautiful up close By nature and for no one else But men desire what they don’t have Her eyes were panicked She told him no Cried for help But no one came
The gods are not who they once were.   
they say he died of drowning because the wax of his wings melted. but that isn't true. he died from the cold. the ice gripped and clawed at his wings weighing them down
her lips were a bloody crimson, calling attention in the dim light of crowded dance floor.  [her dress was hellfire, scorching those who got too close]  her voice was soft, husky
her lips were a bloody crimson,calling attention in the dim lightof crowded dance floor. [her dress was hellfire, scorching those who got too close]   her voice was soft, husky
Contemporary age and the superstitious world Everyone seems a myth with consciences hurled "Selene, Endymion" lie in every imagination Claustrophobic streets are the example of infatuation
As I sit here finishing this novel, I am reminded of why I started. From the hate and the pain, the humiliation and the shame. We women are used like cheap tissues.
I had declared it would not fall in love, But the goddess Aphrodite took it as a challenge. Still, I was so sure I could manage.   One day I met this man who asked me on a date. On my way to work, I said no.
They looked for the seventh son of the seventh son Found him there and took him in Witch-blood, uncanny, magic lives here So many but still a prize.   But did you ever stop to think
“Meaningless”   Because justice is just a word slipping off the tongues of folks so surely so carelessly only Justice in terms of a meaning is simply man made,
To suffer To suffer alone in this hell My brothers have their own brides To care for them and to stand by their side I was casted away, seen as bitter It’s not easy being a god
stone i live in a cold world with my cold hands and the cold bodies around me creating creatures i'll never hold statues fill my dinner table and if i imagine they are talking to me they are
She commands fashion, Head of all important yet, no one dares to look.  
Oh? Who is that there? That beautiful person, Yes, you, gorgeous. Perfection, I love you; I love…myself. Yes me 
Eurydice, my lover that left for the underworld. You argued against the vulnerable flesh of mankind,  And your hunger and earthly temptations lead you away from me.
Myths and legends are alive and well all around us.   Apollo lives  in the steady hands of a medical surgeon In the voice of the newest, hottest star
Myths and legends are alive and well all around us.   Apollo lives  in the steady hands of a medical surgeon In the voice of the newest, hottest star
Hark! they whispered, those dryads in the trees And all throughout the woodlands I felt disease. Plucking little white flowers, I twirled them between my fingers
Upon the shallow river’s floor,Our protagonist is found,His clothes hang heavy,By a burden he is bound.He empties his fears,As they flow from his ears,He escapes them not,For a new guide appears.
You're not dipped in gold A man once invincible  Glory wrought on football fields of battle T'was but to the Gods who saw me was I invisible gnashing my teeth she saw a smile
A heart of stone beats another day. Cold eyes that often freeze those in their tracks scan across a room of people who do everythign but that.
In this world,  Atlas is a pregnant teen girl  On a road trip.  She carries the roads with her  Like she does  With worlds 
Must we live like Gilgamesh Inbetween gasps of sorrow Looking tirelessly For our loves Lost   How many times might we mock openly The will of gods Even if they do not
The Jersey devil still lurks today  Except not in that same old way  When the mother of 13 birthed a devil  She never thought that we would revel
Helmet of Steel, Decorated with Mac & Cheese Hands occupied with Kraft Singles I see   A formidable force of nature House music is his favorite
Living south and living northNo one knew the flying feather,Or watched for his ghastly shapeTho’ among he quietly slithered  
The myths and legends of long ago Were but interpretations of the time's human beingsAll stories, in any form, take root in real lifeAll stories, in any way, take worldy inspiration  
It happened all at once Like a blurry mess of moments Bubbled into one   Indistinguishable    I couldn’t stop it
                  The Black Forest By A.R.T   The forest of old is vast and dark Where the gods of the earth roam Where myths and legend were born
Fafnir dragon of gold   A.R.T   Once half dwarf half man he was One who coveted gold He became dragon scaly and black
Temples are quiet places for forbidden kisses, for moments in which the world does not exist, but is collapsing, as if the giant holding us up decides to let us fall, as if no gods can reach us.  
I am a narcissist. I am a fool. I am a living paradox from which nothing escapes Unscathed. I am Apollo pining for love,
In the oasis that cultivated and sheltered everything man conceived, Were the final clawing and flap of a longing paw and wing. Only the bevy of nymphs and maidens grieved,
A Thought, indefinite and young, rolled among meadow grass and spring flowers, flashing with light.   A Thought, pooling and unwavering, grew in lazy night and cold passion,
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