Mortal GoddessA Poem by Riall
There's fire in her bones
Her soul, a reflection of thunderous skies In her spirit lay remnants of a vengeful Persephone Trails of Hell follow wherever she lies. Her lips drip flames, and echo the sound of Hades' moans Her heart beats for the Underworld, perfectly in sync with Its wretched cries Her voice flows like a beautiful symphony, A lonesome howl in disguise. There's grass in her fingernails, and bruises from scattered stones- There's black and blue in shapes of butterflies Her mortal body shaking in agony The ghost of ancient Gods, with no place to call home, and none so wise, as she lies under the moonlight, blood in her veins, and tears in her eyes. © 2020 Riall |
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1 Review Added on February 4, 2020 Last Updated on February 4, 2020 Tags: Mortal, Greek Myth, Gods |