He seemed to be Zeus, his hair aflame. His strength exuded immortality claimed. Laid low immortality came, it can't be, it can't be immortality to blame.
The hair aflame, the strength laid, passed to the progeny it seemed. A loss it seems, a love given and passed. Yet strength wanes.
His hair aflame, the gods claimed, yet immortality wanes. We visit, we see, yet the memories remain.
Your hair was aflame, a sign immortality came, you cannot leave, yet mortality claims. Remembrance now, love is claimed, your immortality waned.
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