Thoughts From Apollo Comments

The sky is so blue, painted a hue of ocean or the sea of the Mediterranean. I am on my knees on the grounds at the temple of Athena. Looking to the blue waters above, wishing to dive, but I have fallen instead, for reasons not yet revealed to me, though I do possess my suspicions. I bathed in the gold of sin. A punishment for pleasures received from oratorical creations which shined special like a bronze moon. But knowing me they were painted gold letters dripping from the waters of lust that cleansed me. How I miss the Terrace of Lions and the view of the Aegean while seated in the theatre of Delos! My island is lost to me now, but I have my memories.

I dreamt of Selene last night. She visited me on a chariot of cherubim as they landed on the silver crescent. We discussed how I will be awake in the morning and she will only be a distant memory, but she has been risen closer to me as of late, an acquiescence from the orders of Zeus.
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