He swept through Eden
A soul so pure, it was deceiving.
A cloud he was, supple and sated.
Flowing by, never the need to be commemorated.
Zeus his master he did obey
Whether to sprinkle droplets,
Or lead a storm astray.
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She blinded thousands with her might
A warmth so strong, it left us seething.
A star she was, born to fill skies.
Her beauty not astounding, yet her fame would rise.
To the highest peak of the heavens she grew,
And was crowned the Sun,
The biggest star heaven knew.
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When their voices spoke,
The winds blew.
When their eyes met,
The earth glittered.
When they touched,
Raindrops cried.
When he entered her,
The spectrum shone.
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Their love was a miracle, the mortals exclaimed.
The SunCloud dance, a strange kind of romance.
Their love was an oracle, the gods smiled.
Forever it shall be, it birthed reveries.
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He said he’d be there
by her side
Whenever she needed him
Whenever she cried.
So when her tears did fall
and she searched for him
to dry them all
He wasn’t there, no where in sight.
For, to his Calling, he had to abide
when Zeus called upon his role,
a blind eye was turned to all, back and fore.
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In every saga, there lay a twist
In this oracle too, lived an abyss.
They say the Seven Sins are a mortal curse,
What do we do when the cards are reversed?
Original sin, that ****** apple.
Lay its seed in the guise of a third faction.
Led her astray, to the fray between lust and love
And she gave way,
away from the confines of the holy chapel
into the midst of that ****** apple.
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Every 12 hours she played that game
Disappearing into the blackness of Satan’s dorm
Her tongue unraveled his devious form.
Over and under and over again,
Every 12 hours she played that game.
And thus a deal was made with this plight,
Dusk was when she would surrender
To the whims and whips of the forbidden wonder
At dawn the moans would cease to breathe,
She gasped, and she no longer was free.
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She lost her power,
Her glow reached its end as soon as it begun.
Night was created:
The win of Satan over Sun.
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The vengeance..:
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She yearned to hear the voice,
The way he said her name,
Engulfing her in the deepest of flames,
Blinding herself to that fact:
it was all in retribution of the game played.
The game she played every night
a tryst with the blackness,
and she faded away,
ashamed, she stood.
This game, a part of that daily miracle.
A sacrilege of the Greater good.
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He kissed upon Satan’s cheek,
and slated her the Sin.
A Sin he longed to trickle upon his skin.
He called her every name in the book,
Shattered her soul, the Creation shook:
from the highest tower, to the lowest seabed,
the birds wailed, and the flowers bled.
Her soul died
Till the seventh heaven, the angels cried.
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Although she slipped,
Gave in to the hunger,
Her flame would always be a-yonder
As to Him it belonged, wherever he would wander.
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They never realized the purity of it
For tainted was she, a sin she did commit
They never realized the sanctity of it
For mere mortals were they,
With a delusional sense of merit.
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Through their tears, the angels had sworn
A love so chaste was unknown.
No smoke without fire,
They all say.
The smoke blinded:
A piercing ray,
Engulfing them without the blaze,
No fire this time,
But their light will prevail.
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She waits for him by the sky,
Her eyes ablaze with the teary hope; the blame subsides.
Her cloud will forgive her, the angels pray.
Every night she plays the game,
Not to Satan’s dorm, but to the horizon she flees,
At the brink of the heavens, he feels her plea.
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There is no end to this tale
Their love is eternal, a faithful veil.
The tears of the clouds graze the Sun’s face,
Time wiping her sins away
Their Love you feel each time it rains.