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The Trinity Inspired
Sitting under the Weeping willow,
Surrounded by the stones
of ancient graveyard markers
I wonder what Crime
was committed by them
what passions...?
Darkness prevail
In the deepest soul
One seek the father
of unrelenting sorrow
Mourn not of misspent youth
convent was not made for you
rather rejoice in life
that dished out love
for you and yours...
You worship at my shrine, mortal
my Eros shrine, a shrine to lust
frozen in ice, this lake of wants, a portal
to everlasting libidinous
carnal desire....
Cower no more, mortal
The Titan sleeps
Render no Gold
nor the sacrificial goat
Love's desire
awaits your pleasure
The oceans are vast, mortal
Speak not in roars
should you be desirous
to keep the fragment
of your mind intact,
for when Olympus speaks,
favours would it
to send your soul to Hades
Incurred their wrath as thou hath spurned
the offerings of Eros' priestesses
to dance to the music of their desires
to gratify them thou art exiled
the torment of Persephone
will be nothing compared to thine
Thus beware thee the games
pitched by bored gods
heart be the trophy
death be the shame
of those who fell
less than the mark
*originally written for Three Words Inspiration thread*
Surrounded by the stones
of ancient graveyard markers
I wonder what Crime
was committed by them
what passions...?
Darkness prevail
In the deepest soul
One seek the father
of unrelenting sorrow
Mourn not of misspent youth
convent was not made for you
rather rejoice in life
that dished out love
for you and yours...
You worship at my shrine, mortal
my Eros shrine, a shrine to lust
frozen in ice, this lake of wants, a portal
to everlasting libidinous
carnal desire....
Cower no more, mortal
The Titan sleeps
Render no Gold
nor the sacrificial goat
Love's desire
awaits your pleasure
The oceans are vast, mortal
Speak not in roars
should you be desirous
to keep the fragment
of your mind intact,
for when Olympus speaks,
favours would it
to send your soul to Hades
Incurred their wrath as thou hath spurned
the offerings of Eros' priestesses
to dance to the music of their desires
to gratify them thou art exiled
the torment of Persephone
will be nothing compared to thine
Thus beware thee the games
pitched by bored gods
heart be the trophy
death be the shame
of those who fell
less than the mark
*originally written for Three Words Inspiration thread*
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