I am Apollo

 

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