Aphrodite loves forevermore,
the prisoner of war, nevermore,
by choice or design of the divine
Clotho, Lachesis, and Atopos.
Locked away in dreary, eerie darkness,
Pandora’s curse leering and lurking,
Proverty shadowing past and present,
Contrivance reckoning, beckoning Charon.
Prometheus unbound, makes haste,
torch in left hand, key in right,
no mind for Sisyphus,
as they pass, ascending toward dawn.
lovely Zach
ReplyDeletelovely my friend..
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