𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚍𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛

ichor

her eyes weep for another lost soul

with tears like molten sun

brave achillies dying

crowned with golden blood

hyacinth laying motionless

blood tainting the ground

as if touched by midas

the watchful gods

celestial blood coursing 

through their veins

like a nectar or ambrosia

only a few posses

liquid sunlight, a joyful sunrise

perfect dawn and

endless summer

golden halo

tainted dress

the universe's gift

to those they deem worthy

an eternal radiance

liquid power