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The giant awakes  His empire calls From his glass castle in the sky A million feet tall   With mighty, heavy step
The giant awakes  His empire calls From his glass castle in the sky A million feet tall   With mighty, heavy step
The giant awakes  His empire calls From his glass castle in the sky A million feet tall   With mighty, heavy step
"Akonadi, the people’s activist." Akonadi is an oracular goddess of justice and a guardian deity for women. Inspired by a Ghananian goddess.    
You better howl if you wanna be heard, wolf, Sing it even if it sounds absurd, wolf, Change is everything—now watch her turn, wolf,
Hera put her foot down. Zeus didn’t understand her frown: “It was just a night on the town!”   It was never the last time, Though he swore it on every dime
A long time ago, war was small. War was local, contained. Ares, then the god of war, led the world to fight itself, ingrained hatred in all of humanity.  
The Sisters sit and knit their victim's fate As six large eyes fixate on one small screen The next victim is subject of debate Should it be Tasteeeeey_Sam or Long_Live_Queen? Each profile is skimmed and scanned then scrolled A digital spiral chock
Winter eyes cause wild storms. Through the halls how they adore. Fallen love and broken hearts Hers is foam its blown apart. In the light her beauty shines To any other she could tell no lies
I want to kiss you like the shore kisses the sun, I want to touch your calm and hear your hums. I want to engulf in you completely,  and drown myself in your serenity.  I want to breathe your tranquility, 
            Since blossoming from the florid queen of death herself,there has always been an exquisite beauty in aesthetic variance.The floral goth contrast, the inharmonious perennial dance with darkness
let me tell you the story of venus of the swamp. how she emerged fully formed from the pond scum; her hair thick with algae
There once was a man named Daedalus Known as a dentist of excellence He sampled some Vicodin Now he’s imprisoned in A habit of common excrescence   A habit which started with booze
The countryside whips past On the other side of the glass. I already miss it, yearn for it- The earth, the smell Of blooming apple trees. Finding a corner in Mom’s orchard To draw and be alone
He follows the winds on waters and waves, Oft dragging fishers to their murky graves. He’s an old, frog-faced man with green and black scales,
A follower count up to six digits,  and a new picture added everyday. Narcissus was the king of Instagram and he planned on keeping it that way.   Girls from all over the globe,
In dank caves when fire was new All of the light of the world Rolled in waves off of our fingertips Into piles of ashy remains Of carbon that was also once a living thing   Bygone names
We may believe That his head aches Because his daughter's birth.   But it turns out His splitting pain Is caused by the Paul brothers.   His lovely child Athena
The gods are long forgotten, Mankind pushing them away in selfish pursuits, The gods remain though, never abandoning foolish man.   The attentive eye may catch them, Hiding in plain sight.  
An untamable spirit, fierce, full of love. As dangerous as a hurricane, more calming than a dove. Some claim she’s a warrior, retaining belligerence.
The year is 2019 and the world is modern. Most have lost the beilef that the world is flat, though some still often wonder. We account for illness and celestial beings with science
We weren't singing for you We aren’t posting for you You call us vane? Yet you picture us this way  In your mind Made us look at ourselves like 
I prayed to Atë For life But she did not take that well Because there is no easy way for me to be punished for that She cannot give me life and my own downfall
Aphrodite, beautiful and smart Yet she hurts excessively deep down in her heart She longs for true happiness, an escape from the world  She’s the goddess of beauty , her hair in curls 
Hiding, watching, waiting I’m sitting in the shadows Peaking through the curtains In the darkness enclosed Waiting for him   Hiding, watching, waiting I sip my cup of black tea
The god used to spend his time in Asgard, feeling unwanted.He'd waste his time practicing petty spells, while his brother Thorwas praised for merely being stronger and more king-like.Though he'd Frigga, who indeed cared for the boy,he longed for t
Persephone, Queen of the Damned Daughter of Spring A true vegan; Natural blogger Has a garden so elaborate; winter cannot crumple Flowers, Vines, Plants galore A great palace of Earth
The Queen, in all her beauty watch her majasty dangle upside down from the cosmos hands reaching in regret (or vain desire?) frozen in stone and stars cemented in endless astronomy
she is the galaxy beneath my hands  bewildering and swallowing humbling and inspiring.  nebula take place in her eyes  her hands carve out the universe 
I Never Asked Why Me. I Never Cursed The Names Of Those Who Bashed Me Thinking Their Words Meant Nothing Through Tiny Screens In Their Hands. I Didn't Consider Myself A Victim,
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
The gun goes off The sound of thunder rushing through my ears Adrenaline running through my arms, hands then feet Sour and sweet
In the dead of night The moon shone bright  A lone soul raced In search of the light She was being followed by her prey And had nowhere safe to stay
The Tragedy of Muses   Nine muses given to us by the Gods, glorious daughters of Zeus and Memory Poets of the epic, sacred and love, historian, musician, tragedy, dance, comedian, and astronomer  
I was shocked as I peered out the gaping hole my wall, crumbled, disintegrated proved the destruction was total I could not believe that master of war turned my beloved country into a bloody shore
 It’s the one thing humans despise, yet can’t survive without. Advice, brought up from the depths and given away as if its worth means that ten times less of gold. Our creations are too stubborn to accept it
This time, Pandora does not open the box.   This time, Pandora is a little girl in downtown Manhattan Who peeks around corners and always gets into places she shouldn’t
It is said that Geb is the God of the Earth, and Nut is the Goddess of the Sky. While they are separated through the day, she returns each night to him and leaves the sky in darkness.
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
The arrogant and powerful student Gilgamesh. Strongest on any sports team. Smartest on all subjects. He stands alone with no one to stop him.   Someone new transfers to the school.
The turbulences of Winter, Spring, and Summer pass Enthusiasm swells as home can now be viewed  In the distance yet on the horizon Though I am advised to exercise caution--
  Valhalla awaits for me To fight a battle led by Odin Far greater than what this world has seen I am destine for the halls of the slain  
As soon as the rosy-lining of sun appeared, The children sprang from their homes and met at the center. Their soiled feet pounded the stone pathways, alerting the
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
From the moment I was born, I was different.  I was not like the mother who screamed to bore me. Nor like the sisters who told me I was horrid. I didn’t deserve to be like them,
I mourn the tides of the sea, siren’s calls that once reached my ears fall deaf, lost in a roaring mob. I reach out  to the ocean, to the blue, to love.
The Uber was early And more radiant than expected From it rope ran Into the setting sky’s Cerulean canvas Tugging what I don’t know,
The Norns are fear and ignorance and hate. We kneel to them and so portend our fate. Below the world, our refuse feeds the well Of misery and pain by which they dwell.
The mighty man drew forth the hefty blade But of the phone of apple rather than That of the known sword of Beowulf. He is flocked by friends and mocked by foes whose
I wasn't vain before, It wasn't my beauty that brought fear and hope. Not my lips or eyes that captured the hearts of men, but the beat of my wings.
why, I am but a modern Orpheus I open my delicate ribcage and beckon your song from my heartstrings pulling each tender note out to ring through the air why, if I could place my love for you
Peck. A stolen fire. Rip. Humanity’s freedom. Shred. Your salvation. Tear. My Heart. Scratch.
Each drop fell, bringing with it a taunt over our own depravity. It shouts, “Liar, Schemer, Thief, Murderer, Adulterer, Covetous- Human?” Well sir, in your flawless plan, there lies all but one fatal cavity.
I’m Icarus, And I’ve always wanted to fly! That’s why I went to flight school And tried my best to apply!   They didn’t like my grades, though, All except science. My dad’s really, really smart
Midas the rich king: touch of gold, plentiful wealth. But not enough still.   Midas the rich king: touch of gold, starving to death. His gift demands hunger.   Midas the rich king:
Potential prom queenBeautiful and readyFriend to the school trophyTrophy girl to an earthquake Potential prom queenBeautiful and readyA week left to goAnd his eyes where they should not be
Destiny's Child blasts in my ear; it is my fourth school in the past semester alone. I keep my head low, hold the list of room numbers in my hand, walk swiftly. Sixth hour is the slowest, likes the teacher's arid words.
Apollo, Apollo Sunshine boy and To those who know him dizzy dreamer Tossled blonde hair that Reflects little bits of light  Like crumpled candy wrappers Dark under-eye circles sunk deep
according to myth, the gorgon was not always a monster until the day she and the god of the sea were caught together on Athena’s sacred grounds
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
Mat Ga Trong, the Sun Goddess of Vietnam. Is now, the most popular girl at school. Her long black hair flowing freely against her back, Her eyes filled with a flaming passion,
They all hold me back They don't  know what it's like At school or at home They don't know this rush this high the way it helps my breathing and the way I eat
Wandering the dim, Hades searches.   Dancing through the light, Persephone considers.  
As times change and myths are sculpted we see the gods once reverred move alongside humanity, evolving and ever-adjusting to our trends, culture, and norms.   Apollo, the god of healing,
Eros, My Love, I lay next to you, street lights gleaming Eros, My Love, I had your trust, car horns honking Eros, My Love, I thought you'd be so true, sirens blaring
Eros, My Love, I lay next to you, street lights gleaming Eros, My Love, I had your trust, car horns honking Eros, My Love, I thought you'd be so true, sirens blaring
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
Long long ago,  But not too long ago There was a time Wence hope did not prevail For a kingdom was Torn apart and never  put back together
Atlas you fool,  let go of the sky   The night carries on , and shines thousands of lights  Or so they said, millions of years ago Won't you, young God, just let go though?   Be a new being
A passage back to the earlier centuries Gives us a glimpse into the unknown When a sailors highest schooling was elementary At a time when no one would have flown.
Born in the light for each of the Old Gods to see His exploits were destined to last an eternity
Who is this beauty I see in the darkness? She is my reflection but calls me a different name. My lost eyes hold a desperate call for help, The moon is my soul The darkness is my comfort 
Feeling power rushing through my veinseverything that happens lately makes me just insanewhen i punch an opponent he momentarily faintsundefeated barehand but also i have blades
Healers in tow with a golden arrow and bow Perfect and steady, always at the ready Their hands are accustomed to removing tumors Commanding the operating room while obliterating rumors
Europa, Io, and Semele  Three took part in a marriage disassembly.  Zeus played his wife like a chess piece.  He visited clubs, went downtown, and attended rancid parties.
The leaves seemed to curl around her  Her beauty only maginitized by Nature Artemis, the one and only  Artemis, the queen of social media    Her feed more beautiful than any other 
*BUZZ BUZZ* What could that be? HE POSTED A PHOTO, OMG! WOW, He’s so handsome His eyes so blue. I wish that he liked me If only he knew. Then an idea popped into my head
The Underworld- wait, Sorry, sometimes my brain is a little late My room is the epitome of Hades Ya know The Underworld? I understand
Day after weary day he spent in his bed,  surrounded by the startling, snowy white,  too weak to do aught else.  Age had taken its slow toll,
Apollo has sent his horses to rest Artemis has come out to dance So close your eyes It’s time to sleep But don’t forget to Pray to the Gods to watch over you As you sleep in blissful peace
cross my heart and hope to breathe / suck the air into my lungs like a promise broken / like wind in the air singing hymns across a desolate plain / and wish for something different or better or nothing at all / because this is my story and our st
Many say mythology is in fact, just a myth. A false presumption, a made up story. But, what if these ancient legends are actually predictions of our future?
From the very first second I arrived I spied that glare in your eyes And Eros from me hath taken Any sense of moral direction
To this day I have not yet found A feeling like being in your arms bound. Behind me leave I the trappings of summer
Venus, From the salt and the spray, She of great beauty emerged from the sea. She looked upon the beauty and plenty of the earth. Grass, green and lush. Trees, fruitful and sweet. She smiled,
The Story of Medusa (at college) By Brooklyn Fellner   I have one thing on my mind Medusa The most beautiful, sexy girl that has ever stepped foot on campus
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In Sound Mind I wander without taking much along The lighter I am The higher I fly Into the unknown Truly this A gift to behold As speed is light A breathe of air
After eons of rule and omnipotence, The God’s grew sick of their own importance. Together they chose to settle down, And run a school in a tiny town.
After eons of rule and omnipotence, The God’s grew sick of their own importance. Together they chose to settle down, And run a school in a tiny town.
Today I lie in the ashes of my own passion, the ruins of reckless self-obsession.  I sought to outthink my mind, herself,  the prevailing ruler of all that concerns me.   
apollo would be gay he would dance with his sister playing on his harp or lyre emmitting sunlight from his skin  he would eat grapes and speak in poetry and  all his children
In the beginning, Man was alone. Until to him Raven flown. With a flutter of His wing, A Wife for Man Raven did bring.   With hair of water grass, And a heart made from glass,
In the beginning, Man was alone. Until to him Raven flown. With a flutter of His wing, A Wife for Man Raven did bring.   With hair of water grass, And a heart made from glass,
They robbed her of her darkness Gave her ebony hair and an apple to bite Made poison her downfall And a kiss her salvation They forgot what was real Now she sings songs on Broadway
When he first arrives, the salt water in the air becomes more tangible.  The ocean rises and falls with a lull that shifts beneath your foot step, The wind whispers back to you
Here is a story Left often untold. Of a young lad and his lass,  Unusual to both new and old. The words are aflight And the plot is afoot -- There! Do you see him? Dirty, covered in soot,
Up Ahead Stands a figure A hooded figure. All around me is chaos, the screams from the Fields of Punishment Echoes in my head. His hand reaches to me. A soft smile that says
I did not wish to love a man.   I loved the chase careful treading  eager listening  A conquerer queen of my domain  a force 
Vishnu sits at his writing desk Gada switched for a pen; Dreams, reality, it’s the same to his editors.   Lakshmi works at the bank,
Beware Diana!Those pieces are really precarious, Freshly spilt blood still solemnly presiding over. Her fist is imbrued with potion of freedom. Hey moron tiles! Better hymn your business.
Beware Diana!Those pieces are really precarious, Freshly spilt blood still solemnly presiding over. Her fist is imbrued with potion of freedom. Hey moron tiles! Better hymn your business.
Persphone. a rose in a garden of sunflowers, lived at home, until one day she didn't,   Hades.  the needle in the haystack, the man of her dreams, and her nightmares,  
    Persephone  He was so nice when we met,  Until one day he would let me leave. I was given a pomegranate red and sweet, Six sweet seeds I did eat. Now I’m his half a year, 
Asclepius had decided being a doctor was what he wanted to do with his life.  He studied for tests, stayed up all night. He stayed in the library, until they turned off the light.   When he graduated,
Based on "Mermaid" by Sergey Kolesov   Delicate, floating through sea currents and sea trenches Elegant, dancing through coral reefs and shipwrecks Pure as the sun beams that shine through the surface
   A scuba instructor in my town, who says his name is Triton, claims he was a messenger for a king in the sea. What a strange guy.   He says he was once a noble merman, who wielded a trident,
I see myself in the waters edge A beauty lost to the world. You lured me under With sweet promises And left me all alone to wonder. Have I lost myself? Or have I gained you?
"Who are you," he asks, "Are you a god or a fool?" I tweet in response, "Noobmaster, It's Thor again..." Hammer and beer at my side.  
In this world,  Atlas is a pregnant teen girl  On a road trip.  She carries the roads with her  Like she does  With worlds 
There’s a family In Mexico City Loud and Proud And All So Pretty   There’s the mother Coatlicue Like Mother earth
The mighty Earth Shaker with his fiery temper Could never have imagined How dearly the wondrous oceans would need a mender The seven seas needed help more than he could ever have fathomed  
Modern medusa is technology,  A digital abyss holding the gaze of stone faces, A transfixing limitless potential. A plague of oblivion.  
made of sun itself: red converse on black tarmac, running whipfast to god-knows-where on a Saturday in mid-July. blasting Lizzo on a crappy tapedeck as the sunset bleeds itself crimson across the horizon.  
Heavy black paws land on the slick black belt, Every ounce of weight is felt, Cerberus pants sticking out his three tongues, He thinks working out is so much fun, The hum of the treadmill fills the air,
Hades, You were never a saint. And yet still I remember your tears streaming down my face. Abducted, in this deceptively, beautiful place. But darling you were no saint. Voices echoed dripping with disdain, as my family felt the gravity of my pain
Have you seen? Have you heard? There’s a monster in the mall. She slithers through the wishing well Waiting for pennies to fall  
"You, Medusa, shall be punished," the great Athena said, The girl replied, "Oh, no! Am I to be dead?!" Athena laughed, "Ha, ha! Not even close, you foolish girl!" The clever goddess left in a whirl.  
Medusa .com yes she's caught your eye You're hypnotized and you don't know why. She controls everything and has you in a trance All of your friends are doing the stone-faced dance.
Never leaving time or space; Always evolving but never a race. We see them for their fabled powers, But inside us their strength flowers.  
I returned home from Atlantis with new armor and a new head — blades still sharp from the last stoning — feeling very nearly a tourist in my own land.
My sons, You have unmade me, Made me mother to an empire-- Would that the two of you once
My mind is a labyrinth. I am trapped in an endless cycle of fear. I am so afraid. I know what I must do… I must leave the garden, The only place world I have ever known. I must leave His grace.
Let us dance in revelry, Chalices to our lips. Immemorial, the fountain, From which springs forth the nectar of ages.   The clock frozen,
The weight of the waves relentlessly presses down Crash after crash, no air left in my lungs Petrified, no energy to lunge No other hope but to drown   But even the air of the deep
My naem is Hades, this is my refrain, you shouldst know me by it, in this future, but this plaes, with these paopel, is not the saem ,
the people paused, mulling over history's words, then asked, "and what is the sun? does it die at night when our cities collapse and our people smother it with their own versions of history? or does it 
the people paused, mulling over history's words, then asked "and what is the sun? does it die at night when our cities collapse and our people smother it with their own versions of history? or does it 
I don't know where we are going but I hope its forever. I don't know what we see but its blinding. It's insanity. It's pain, but its so desireable. I look into your eyes and just forget what hurts the most.
master and slave, alike moon and tide, seven lunar orbs, dance in night in tandem with waves, enamoring all earthly gods and taming evil spirits.  
like how the oceans envelops island shores, how the stars are placed like mosaic tiles by mountain tops, like how the sun rises again every morning,
Age seems a treacherous monster You bargain with her as she lays her hands on your neck She tells you nothing’s going to happen for a while And the very next day, your hair’s gone gray The love’s gone away
Atlas, no wonder You've had so many surgeries - You carry too much weight on your back   You worry that, under all of the pressure, You're cracking That your physique wore away with time  
A little girl, princess of Troy Was never one that had much joy Her tale is of great tragedy Her life has inspired much study   Apollo gave the gift to know But cursed her all those years ago
A blank sky screams A boy runs to it His feet plod off against ice-ground It is screaming too Now the screaming has dimmed
Persephone, the flower child of Mount Olympus, a girl created from rainstorms and fruit seeds The apple of her harvester mother’s eye, Nature’s most beautiful flower
I’m rarely seen But I make sure I am heard   I work with death I warn others of upcoming losses You can hear my wail loud and clear  
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,
What did she do to deserve this torture? What did she do to deserve this pain? Why must she have snakes suround her, and now be dead, no, slain?   Why did the Hero come to slay her?
When the dog came home from war,It growled,Beaten from Persephone herself.She grazed the muzzle,Long fingers of fertility slithering a cig.“Bow,” She whispered, and a golden sigil fell
Weave flowers through your hair while we sit in the garden. To be alone with you, not touching, never touching, is a sublime torture, an exercise in self-denial and gratification,
I would carry the weight of the world for you if I could like Atlas.   My spine is weak and slumped under my own weight but I promise I won't let you down.  
I lie in distant planes of a lost timeAnd my groans and sighs echo against the stones at my feet.For two waxen demons sit on my shoulderssAnd have grown too heavy for my frame.A wing made of wax cannot be folded;Neither can it bear the weight of I
Your mother should have warned you you should have known better than to watch the world with wadering eyes   You were not lucky enough to lose your voice but cursed much wose sweet foolish nymph
a cube of wood hinged at the top holding the morals our society forgot   she held it close and didn’t let go marveled and wondered its contents unknown  
she is composed of many piecesshe has been angel's wings, and the figure of a goddess, and words written to long lost loversshe has been a cry for help, a dying breath, a symphonyshe has been so many different things that she can no longer tell wh
I don't need a Hercules who is in love with himself I don't need a Zeus who will just prop me up on the shelf I don't want Hermes since he's always on the run
Poor little Icarus so far from home. Freedom filled him up but weighed down his bones.   Poor little Icarus fell into the water. By the light of the sun
I know I was wrong in doing so, but I did it anyway. I left for battle in your place, knowing I would never come back.   And so, here I am. Waiting... Waiting for the day
Hear me, oh cruel gods of Olympus, for one of your own is fading. Pan is dying, oh our beloved Pan is dying.   "Great Pan is dead!" Thamus yells. Alas, the news is only greeted
Sweet Arachne why must you boast so? Sweet Arachne your talent can only go so far.   To offend the goddess in such a manner. Have you no shame? No? You say you could best Athena?
My dear Medusa you with your ivory skin, your ebony hair, your fiery eyes.   Your beauty challenged no other, you were graceful and clever. A priestess who was pure,
What a mysterious lady is she Who comes to us only at dark Surrounded by her thousand companions She sets out with her horses three Upon the land she leaves no mark The galaxies are her deep canyons  
You reach for me in the dark Warm hands knead my heart You whisper softly Baby you’ve got me You hold me in dreams Is this as real as it seems? I want to stay like this forever
Silver swirling, Achelous,you are a child of Gaia, mysweet-water love. From theday I was born, under Neptune'sgaze, I have floated throughstarpaths towards your gleaming colors.
Pandora Foolish girl You let your curiosity get the best of you And opened the box That forsaken box And now your brethren and children Will suffer A fate of sins and evil
She is the Sun And You are the Moon
Dance Dance, sweet Goddess
I've seen you with such joy. I've seen you when you're excited. Now, all I can look to Are the memories of you. I'm all alone.   You've always said That I'm a man's best friend.
O Muse, take pity one me! For I cannot retell half as well as thee! Daedalus, Daedalus, creator of many the glorious thing, Daedalus, Daedalus, the one who gave Man wing, In Crete, that wretched place,
n the end, it’s all paybackYou take one step forward but two backIn your mind you can play it backBut you made your move, you can’t take it back.
The metal began shaking, rattling my entire body, the angry fist of Atlas losing his grip,  
i am not the story
Picking flowers in the wide fieldMy mother still in sight,Over the hillThen I spotted itThe flower, the one I wanted mostPurple and white, a lone orchidI ran as quickly as I could
These fears crawl up my spine And sink their crook’d fingers Into the darkest corner of my mind That place I never let light shine Because letting light in Would mean opening the door  
“He is an animal!” Venus screamed in such an incredible, yet childish way, that the ellipses of the other gods were reduced to hear her prattle.   “His FACE-
Artemis unslings her bow, The huntress selecting an arrow From her finely wrought quiver As an artist would select a brush For his next masterpiece. Filled with the power of the divine
look up to the sky not  bird or a plane just the big blue sky and its nearing night some say the world is hidden without light but, you see, not just the stars come out at night
I arose from the ashes Sparks of life ignite from my very being Majestic and free I am As I spread my wings and sore with nimbus For today I will let go of the past
  Change my life make me a professor Who do I pray to? Who do I call on?  My life will never be the same  Don’t Let Athena see my sorrow Don’t Let Zeus hear my pain
I can be what I want to be Through my volition I will cut off these arms And in their place will be the real me A pair of wings To be free To go further than I ever have before
Crystal light reflects in a shimmering pool, hovering just below the stars which blink sleep out of their eyes onto soft breathing below. Those that hide all day come out to play, dancing through the dappled moonlight,
The farm was so far away.
Surroundings uninspiring—lost in a mind’s abyss,Euterpe distraught and limp.Notes tumbled from her flutetoo soft to echo, too lameto provoke a response.Only when sought her sisters’ help.
A sweet sonnet of honey liquor lay drenched in her own dew, Black strands of streams from her origin of scalp fold over the still lifeless grey face, Red fire danced the only colour left in the eulogy of the epiphany,
Polaris...so very far awayI see your powerful glimmering greatness shining from the celestial sky.I long to reach and touch the spherical fire burning inside. -----
  Oh Icarus,Look at your broken form;You tried so hardTo be a god,But they clipped your wingsAnd spit on your pride,Oh Icarus,Tell me,How does it feel to beMortal now?  
Persephone was the daughter of Demeter, the goddess of the harvest, and was stolen away by Hades, the lord of the underworld. This is for her.   you need to understand that i am not weak
His eyes rose to her at once: a girl his age, towering over him, ox-wide and fair-haired, a model for that opera about rings.   Northern lights trickled from wounds beside her temples.
This is where goddess of wisdom began, In Athens, a petite village and shed; Where Athena grew up and made odd plans, To fight for the throne and not worry to wed. She was like a book that had not been read,
what if God took away the moon?will we ever see the night sky the same or different?if so, what would be the difference?will the dark side of the earth be ever luminated naturally at night?would we be more dependable on light to bright the night? 
                                                                                I envy Gemini. I envy Orion. I envy Virgo.
Trapped alone in the dark, I feel the whispers pulling me, turning me down the wrong path, trying to make me go mad.
Behold! The once sublime and supreme man Trembling and dripping through the moon and sun: Like the God -- tied barely to life and land, Waiting for his last dawn of pain to come. The life and juvenility are torn,
The dance of time is a rite of eternity, dynamic and never ending. These unremitting bodies harmoniously cycle, solitarily dissenting their vested round.
here she lies, a maiden stored, bound by a twisted cord dragged into a shadowed world to which, against her will, she was sent.
With one word, he takes me in the clouds or down to Hades, his willing Eurydice just waiting until he decides to turn around all too soon. When that happens, of course
Sweet, dear Mulciber God of iron and forge Hear my plea, humble as I am and answer me with conviction. Because I have a stalwart heart, because my courage exceeds my breath
There was once a young, restless hero of Rome, Who wandered the lands, searching for a home. This he did until he dreamed, (“A great sign from the gods,” he deemed); That he would journey to find Delphi,
And my Love’s heavy body lays lifeless, at my feet. I shiver at her ghastly beauty, lost .
‘Tis sweet thither sun, atop th’ wavèd sea. Lone candle in darkness, from whence it hath risen.
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