… bring me that box
from a vase that contained a jar,
Pandora knew to close that
one and it lead an entity of belief,
to take the world and give it hope
by dying and loving humans all the same.
Here in my head
I see none withstand
Comparing it with a belief
of the past concieved,
do all my longings forward
Still I traverse
everyday in my solemn
way down to the mind,
Tartarus in conception
with all the people that
still live here in the hallowed halls
that echoes the world in Hades’ grip.
Leave Beowulf in his flight,
Why am I then keeping Sigfried at bay,
I’ll look for that python,
the one who want to mingle with your
At least be reincarnated at 2027,
and kiss 💋 you in the world’s twilight,
as this age ebbs at the dawn of 2020.
I was not happy,
i had no friends
only godly noise in my head.
Telling and promising me a land,
not even knowing what life of a king,
where that bastard of a father I didn’t even grew up with.
With your courage and false confidence
that was promoted.
At least I’m happy to make your
adversary to make them granite
then after which
you can only admire in graven image.
When that light
enters the mind
of each night,
Morpheus gives way
and Nyx stays away,
Ra will soon arise
while the phoenix
basks in eternal delight.