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Who is it that does not know of Hercules? Tragic hero written in the stars and of the stars to tangle his string with that of Megara's. He watched the sunset with twisted arm and muscled thigh alone, his bride in the Underworld. he thought he'd be strong enough to rescue her maybe not- maybe the grasp of the ghosts was too great- the cycle and spiral down, down, down into the chasm, leaving Hercules alone, once more. he couldn't save her, not for all the trials in the world, even with a divine parent who guides his hand, He can't weave the strings in Hercule's favor, he watches the sunset alone now; the moral of the story: everything we love will die- we must learn to never make our home in others, for we will be homesick forever.
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Feb 24, 2014
Feb 24, 2014 at 11:45 AM UTC
Hercules
Who is it that does not know of Hercules? Tragic hero written in the stars and of the stars to tangle his string with that of Megara's. He watched the sunset with twisted arm and muscled thigh alone, his bride in the Underworld. he thought he'd be strong enough to rescue her maybe not- maybe the grasp of the ghosts was too great- the cycle and spiral down, down, down into the chasm, leaving Hercules alone, once more. he couldn't save her, not for all the trials in the world, even with a divine parent who guides his hand, He can't weave the strings in Hercule's favor, he watches the sunset alone now; the moral of the story: everything we love will die- we must learn to never make our home in others, for we will be homesick forever.
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Feb 24, 2014
Feb 24, 2014 at 11:45 AM UTC
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