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An Offering For Hades - Poem by the black cloaked poet
Greek Mythology Anyone?
Deep in the labouring night
a newborn's cries outbreathes
She was born of quenched love
vanquished in a storm, upon a surly
shore of a half-dead crew,
in wild October
when the wind raged round the Black-Sea.
It is said the moon reached out,
extracting the child from her mother's
while bewitching reels of light
blessed her with the power of Zeus
By fate's decree her mortal mother
bid life a fond farewell, sickened
with regret, freed from rumor's tongue,
her honor saved.
Phantoms wander round the shapeless sands,
dwindling in dust by the rot and rust
that time hath rendered.
Laughing in a brook treading a lonely stare
little maiden plays with whimsical nyaids,
splashing among lilies in quiet streams;
a child's psyche gifted with glorious dreams.
Her cinder-gray haired guardian watches
as blankness looms between curtains of raindrops,
splashing euphorically out of the tumbling
rhythmic swings of purple spins
that dance across Earth and Heaven;
the visioning powers of a child's soul
piercing the material screen.
In the stillness of sleep
when the twitching chimes of a day's time
have played out, figures danced in her mind
fashioned forth with the delight
of a warm eternal fire that burns
where lifeless things abide.
His whirling wheels of flames
refurbished memories of the insidious
aches of learned love and learned shame
opening a gateway that betook her.
Waves crash against an Olympian stone
surging, swaying, swelling, sinking
beyond seas that nobody else
dreamed of lest her nightmare should fade
into blind drifts of vapors cast by
So tells the tale of a Goddess newly
arisen as legend's moments fell thereon a gliding
leaf; a tale half told, a scheme laid out
of banality and the manifold temptations
of immortal beings bearing Persephone's
sad response to Hades selfish grief.
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