Apollo comes home as dawn's fingers stretch across the sky,
lighting up the other wise somber neighborhood
in one hand he holds a bottle of liquid fire
and in the other, something much more dangerous,
the hand of a boy
that burns his imprint into his skin so that he can never be rid of this memory
as if he could ever forget
Apollo sits on the roof of his house watching the sun make its daily arrival and the same light in the sky runs through his veins
burning him from the inside out
and as he burns, as his hair turns into rays of light and his words into beams
he realizes this is what its like to live
--Starlightpoet
http://starlightpoet.tumblr.com/
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The Rhythm of Immortality
PoetryA collection of poems taken from various writers on tumblr all pertaining to Greek Mythology. The majority of them are based in modern times.
