He chased love like a child chases dreams Like a dog chases its tail Excited, carefree and hopeful Like second nature
Daphne was his temple of worship He turned the ground she walked on Into precious gold embroidered with jewels He played songs of love on his golden Lyre Lovely melodies for her and her alone But she would never look at him the same She only saw the caterpillar, never the butterfly
She decided rather than to love him She would prefer to be wiped from existence But Apollo never hated her for it When she was turned into a Laurel tree He made a crown from her leaves Wore it with pride around his head And wept for love that taught him Even the Gods hearts can bleed for love
He took his ****** heart and let it heal in Troy He placed it in the hands of the beautiful Cassandra Who took his love and abused it with insecurity She pretended to be sincere as she took his gifts Strung him along with hope trailed behind her Like cheese in a mouse trap
He gave her the gift of prophecies And she left him with the agony of abandonment Thought she was cunning, tricking a god
Do you think she ever thought about the ways his heart must have sunk when she used him? Could she see far enough into the future and predict all of the ways he would reflect on why he wasn't good enough for her for all of eternity? And did she feel remorse?
He gathered his tears and left with his sunken heart once more
Perhaps the only one who truly loved Apollo Was his dear Hyacinthus, the alluring Spartan Prince The short time they had together gave Apollo back his hope His heart had finally healed, mended and repaired once more But even the mighty god of healing could not save the one he loved
Zephyrus' jealousy and envy stole from him as if the other Gods weren't satisfied with his happiness and cursed him to never find true love He held Hyacinthus in his arms as he died, trying to heal to no avail He cursed his weakness as love once more slipped away from his open arms To commemorate his lover, he sprung a flower from the blood A hyacinth, a permanent reminder of his grief
He gathered his heavy, grieving heart as he tried to move on, but fate wasn't done with him quite yet
The Princess Coronis had everything she could ever want But she was selfish and took a piece of Apollo's grieving heart A piece she never intended to hold in a gentle grasp A piece she didn't want to cherish or to return But Apollo was blind to her cruel motives behind her lovely words
He had fallen for her, loved and treasured her so much He truly believed he had found redamancy at last And wanted to keep her safe from all harm or sorrow Keep her away from the wicked hands of the Gods Like Eros who shot his Daphne with a lead arrow So that she may never find love in her heart Like Zephyrus who stole the life of his Hyacinthus In order to protect his treasured love A white crow was sent to watch over her
Yet no matter what Apollo did, Love was not meant for him It fell through his hands like Life falls through time Endlessly and hopelessly
Coronis's affair with Ischys was revealed And Apollo learned the heartbreak of betrayal Unlike Cassandra, she didn't return with her life Apollo shed no tears as he loved for the last time And left that piece of his heart behind
The innocent white crow He made to represent his healing heart Turned black to serve as a reminder Of the true deception and torture that love can leave behind
Don't look at a God as something to use As someone who is cruel for no reason Look into their abuse Marvel at how they managed to survive even just one more season And ask yourself if you could do the same
Sorry it's so long, I sympathize greatly with Apollo