:.

Acerbus.

betrayed by my own blood!

truly- the Styx will run on!-

despite every bribe presented

so i am swindled like a Pollux

halfway through hell and heaven

such as you, who left me on Naxos

when another moved in

capsizing the very ship

i built for your freedom

and what could be said of the slain Minotaur?

you are no better.

:.

.

Nescio.

You held my clew-

never once losing sight

in such milky horizons-

i held your hand

long enough

to lose my

way

.

.

Filia; Fio.

had i been Hesperides-

the evening would have sustained.

and not a soul, but i, could have plucked you

from the tree.

.

:.

Calco.

bending the trees to new extents,

he stretched open

like a worm drying out

in the sun-

he writhed and wrung

like a desert escapade.

stole the heart of two,

the strength of a thousand,

killed the spirit of one,

innocent lamb,

before wearing

the death out of

her golden fleece.

.

.

Poena.

and what of morality?

when we fling ourselves from the Aegean Sea?

we dig our graves as soon as we

exit the womb.

yes-

what man knows of true fire

when he is slowly drowning in the hydra?

even Thetis has warned us

we shall soon perish in war

yet we believe ourselves immortal

that life is everlasting

that we are swifter

than the rising tide

of the consequence of Sin-..

who is just delicately waiting

to sweep us

-away

.

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