Like a cherished Pale flower, he grew
Its petals were nipped before they blew
The trembling trees and songbirds knew
Winter was in the wind, on the morning dew
A child of love of a mortal who played with sin
With the goddess of love, cruel fates begin
A story of passion and death to slowly spin
A shattered rebellious soul caged within
Winter gave way to spring fresh and warm
When he was born, fashioned in a godlike form
Clouds burst; skies flashed into a raging storm
How did love into such betrayal transform
Treachery flung her arrows pierced his heart
Shattered by deep convulsions rent apart
Ere his time he lay broken, soul longing to depart
Fate had ordained his death from the start
The golden hair shall never turn grey
Untimely snatched when time brings decay
Flowers decked the cold stone where he lay
Resting in coffin on a cold wintery day
The songs are silent, hearts heavy and worn
Bereft eyes laden with tears, hopes forlorn
When gods and mortal his passing mourn
His body is ephemeral, his soul is forever reborn
Maxwell O’Reilly
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