She wasn't a passive force
Her ruby lips painted with the blood of all who've wronged her, twisted into a snarl
A bow, made from oak branches takes its resting place on her back, a symbol of death, but also liberation
Protector of women who lay silent in alley-ways on a cold night
A boy, the daylight in a cloudy haze
Silver to another's bronze
A dove to his partner's deer
A somber song, echoing across an empty path
A calming breeze on a heartbroken dawn
A seer of fortune, seer of famine, a prophet, the silver median, a messenger for the deities
Two halves of the same soul
Apollo: The leader of light, an image of perfection, king of the stars
Artemis: A rallying force, a warrior, a woman, a force to be revered
The moon and the sun
Chasing the other across the sky for eternity
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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.
