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Star Crossed I
By Grace and Soul
HERO: Oh..what lips upon me breathe
of Elysium sails past
Quivering lips of Thanatos
vanquished by such softness
robbed Hyacinth’s allure away
LEANDER: lips of our met breath
that rises to life, light again
embrace and to hold, slow
thy hand do I take, from
sleeps grasp forsaken lake
nudged but safe with me
HERO: Lean I on thy strength
Yet sin I against my credence
What punishment from the gods
Be bestowed upon me
To lose the heart to Eros’ might
LEANDER: fold unto me, is my flesh not real
be not made, of stone, for sink
surely would, make light
Heart, rise above slate
in Song of Eros home
HERO: I bequeath my soul upon thee
Draw thee my life from yon lake
Beauty to be named Hyacinth
Its depths stole my breath
Were it not for thy gallantry
Repose I on its murky bed
LEANDER: Then purposed I with thine eye
awakened deep flowing slumber
Thou, Beauty, cannot sleep
in such depths cold and bleak
soul to Soul coverings bold
kept our breaths as one and told
HERO: thus, upon this Turquoise Tower
a priestess to gods no more
Betrayed to thy altar
With Wings of cupids
Thou traverse Amphitrite's cold garden
With Arrows of Eros, wanton throes
LEANDER: As Brick to thy mortar
Consume I with fiery passion
To worship one night to the other
I will abide by thee, know no tide
Poseidon grants me passage
For Love of my Hero
Taken from the lake,sealed in fate.
*This collaboration is based loosely on the story of Hero and Leander/Greek Mythology. Liberty has been taken with the location. This is an experimental attempt.*
HERO: Oh..what lips upon me breathe
of Elysium sails past
Quivering lips of Thanatos
vanquished by such softness
robbed Hyacinth’s allure away
LEANDER: lips of our met breath
that rises to life, light again
embrace and to hold, slow
thy hand do I take, from
sleeps grasp forsaken lake
nudged but safe with me
HERO: Lean I on thy strength
Yet sin I against my credence
What punishment from the gods
Be bestowed upon me
To lose the heart to Eros’ might
LEANDER: fold unto me, is my flesh not real
be not made, of stone, for sink
surely would, make light
Heart, rise above slate
in Song of Eros home
HERO: I bequeath my soul upon thee
Draw thee my life from yon lake
Beauty to be named Hyacinth
Its depths stole my breath
Were it not for thy gallantry
Repose I on its murky bed
LEANDER: Then purposed I with thine eye
awakened deep flowing slumber
Thou, Beauty, cannot sleep
in such depths cold and bleak
soul to Soul coverings bold
kept our breaths as one and told
HERO: thus, upon this Turquoise Tower
a priestess to gods no more
Betrayed to thy altar
With Wings of cupids
Thou traverse Amphitrite's cold garden
With Arrows of Eros, wanton throes
LEANDER: As Brick to thy mortar
Consume I with fiery passion
To worship one night to the other
I will abide by thee, know no tide
Poseidon grants me passage
For Love of my Hero
Taken from the lake,sealed in fate.
*This collaboration is based loosely on the story of Hero and Leander/Greek Mythology. Liberty has been taken with the location. This is an experimental attempt.*
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