Hubris
The punishment of the fallen king,
Filled with hubris his fate set in ink.
Deceit caused the never ending toil.
But his ending I won’t spoil.
The destiny of the young dreamer,
Reckless, ignorant to his father’s wisdom.
Punished for coming close to the sun,
Now his father lays without a son.
Memories of the son of Helios,
Who coveted which wasn’t his.
His wish granted by River Styx.
Carved out the land until his end.
The future of the lovesick poet,
Who covets, deceives and craves.
What ending will his myth attain?
Will love resist? - Will hubris reign?
Bringer of sorrow
The irreverent piety that follows thee.
The ever sodden man and his plea.
Reverent for naught but a false hope,
Words forever kept in their envelope.
The continuous longing. - The grey hue.
Words for your crimson lips remain true.
Still the on going time fails to appease him.
Mustn’t express himself without a pseudonym.
Words of praise ever stuck on a scroll,
Left on the shade like the once used coal.
The embers of passion that still linger.
The great pretender. - The sorrow bringer.
To this day his words I still recall.
“You’ve been nothing, you won’t be all.”
To kill a religion
Bind me to my ever fleeing purgatory
Save me from sanctuary’s flames.
I am aware this is but pure oratory,
And yet I am he who blames.
It’s been long since I have prayed,
But even that you have changed.
I pray not to figures of Eden betrayed
I pray to you whom my heart arranged.
The love which I live has turned religious
My mortal eyes have made you infallible.
I’ve created a figure far too prodigious,
I’ve made you in my mind far too valuable.
It has come time to kill my ideology,
Make you in my mind a woman anew.
One of flesh and blood. - Not mythology.
Someone I never truly knew.