Apollo Poem by Cs. Smith

Apollo



Divinity's myth, misconstrued
A deity's wish, an interlude
From the muse's sorrow
To the fate's of tomorrow
How he plays is how he plays
Woven silk and gold
Caprice and bold
He knows his verse
And protrays his curse
A sister like sliver
And just as sharp
Melodious voice
And playful harp
Tongue in cheek
Chase the sun
Along and along all day

Monday, August 21, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: mythology
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