Although placated, something feels amiss -
suspicion ever elbows cautiousness,
for though half mortal, Ampelios is
the devious son of a sorceress.
Frowning and thoughtful the goddess elects
to add an amendment to her demands.
The horror inspired, she little suspects,
'We must burn the body,' she now commands.
Only by force of her powerful will
does Penelope bind crew to accede,
she has placed full faith in Circe's goodwill
she can only hope the plan will succeed.
As pyre is built, fire fuel raised up higher,
enflamed sun subsides in its own bonfire.
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Dragonish
PoetryPART 1: Seven poems that explore love. The sated wind doodles mischievously no longer the ravening raptor loosed that scratched sharp claws to my unfettered glee. Now are you temperate, husky, obtuse. PART 2: Follows the tale of a persecuted dragon...
