Jun 2017
Loneliness...
What is it people do-
When they go strolling down Love Avenue
Or rather they walk past it, through it,
But are frightened to open the iron gates of truth.
Pale warriors and knights
Become shrouded in their blight
When they hang their desires on the gallows
and leave the flies to feast on juicy sorrows.
And will Chloris have sympathy
For her fallen divines?
Nay, her lips breathe spring roses;
But her pallid soul lies in the abyssmal pit.
There is no turning back
There is no eternal sap
You can drink from, only a Santorium
That will not prepare your spirit for Elysium.
What is it people do-
When they go strolling down Love Avenue
Or rather they walk past it, through it,
But are frightened to open the iron gates of truth.
Pale warriors and knights
Become shrouded in their blight
When they hang their desires on the gallows
and leave the flies to feast on juicy sorrows.
And will Chloris have sympathy
For her fallen divines?
Nay, her lips breathe spring roses;
But her pallid soul lies in the abyssmal pit.
There is no turning back
There is no eternal sap
You can drink from, only a Santorium
That will not prepare your spirit for Elysium.
Chloris was a nymph in Greek mythology known for her association with new growth, spring but also destructive nature. It was only after she was abducted and married to Zephyrus that she became the deity known as 'Flora'.
She was also responsible for transforming Narcissus, Crocus and Hyancinthus into flowers. Odysseus, a hero of the Trojan war has been said to have seen Chloris on his journey to the underworld Hades.
Thus I have used her a metaphor for the dismissal and longevity of love.
She was also responsible for transforming Narcissus, Crocus and Hyancinthus into flowers. Odysseus, a hero of the Trojan war has been said to have seen Chloris on his journey to the underworld Hades.
Thus I have used her a metaphor for the dismissal and longevity of love.
