The stars pave my path
with celestial fire
Maidens sing as I play
the sacred lyre
My golden chariot
races across the sky
Banishing the silvery
moon and rising high
I am the Sun, the king
of eternal flame
Apollo the diviner is
my venerable name
The flute snaps and my
music fades
As I unraveled the
maiden jet black braids
So magnificent that
they eclipse the Sun
Will she forgive the
Sin I did not shun?
She pleads with the
gods invokes the storm
Into a Laurel tree she
was transformed
Her soft breasts
covered in ugly bark
Foliage evergreen
heavy and dark
To adorn my hair in
remembrance sublime
Of the day the god of
poetry wrote this rhyme
A punishment for my
Sin I am undone
Why would I rise again
if my love is gone
I set my eyes on the
horizon afar
Descend into darkness
a burnt out star
The pain so intense it
takes my breath
I shatter at the altar
of the god of Death
God of prophecy
prophesied his End
Into the Shadows he
will ultimately descend
I am Apollo, once a
god so great
Accept my punishment,
accept my fate
Neither Zeus or Hades:
a foe or friend
Can undo this
miserable end
God of healing: could
not heal his heart
That quivered in pain
and fell apart
Maxwell O’REILLY
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