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Altar

Salt my skin

and soak my flesh

These words are the altar

upon which

I sacrifice myself

Burning

and Proud

Helen

You’re divinity

wrapped in the Old God’s best imitation

of mortal flesh

Your name - both spark and fan

to the desires

and ires

of men

And though Troy’s walls

are long since fell

Homer could scrawl the same ink

recounting the battles

that rage over you

between my head and my heart

Icarus

To think Icarus a fool

is to never have known

the pull of the untouched sun

nor

how the unsaid

burns far hotter

from within

No,
I fear the fall

not half as much

as a life

having never endeavoured

to feel your warmth

Ambrosia

You are Ambrosia itself

I crave nothing more

than to drink you in

to have you

Saturate me

the way red wine bleeds into white linen

Though mine

is a destitute, chronic love

You,

you could sate me.

Dear Persophone

Drench me in life

Coax Spring from my aching bones

Oh, my Persephone

I have been as the Earth

Longing

in frozen slumber

to feel your weightless steps

upon this land.

How it yearns

and blooms

only

for you

Muse

How thoughtful of Hesiod

to hide you away for me

Of all the muses

in Theogeny

not one

inspires

as you

When all is unwell

and my voice is lost

in the noise

You shun

this cacophonous plight

and sit with me

in marvelous

silence

You,

my dearest

are the muse

of Self

With you

I feel

like me again

Reaper

If you were to die

before I’d had my fill

of eternity with you

the Reaper should fear

all that I would do

For I

am more passionate

and vengeful

than Orpheus

and you

more precious

than Eurydice