The wind felt cold on his bare arms
Standing alone in the empty dead surrounding
His hands are numb and his body trembles
Staring into the eyes of death over his fate
For he knows what lies ahead
He knows he has to slay the beast
He has to seal the tomb on his past
A broken man or a rising hero
The greek warrior cannot sleep this night
He has to get up and fight
He has to restore what was lost
All that is dead will be revealed as light
All his hurt soon gone to the oblivion
Hearing the battle cry of his town
His own mother tells him to rise and fight
For his reward when he returns home
A warrior, a proven man will find to home of a king
He now meets his demons face to face
His sword drawn and in position
Through the chest of the beast
And off with his head
Fear has been left for dead
Where now stands a golden blade
Wielded of a warrior and a royal
His family has pride in the unbroken man
He is given a name
Ischyrós

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways
From the sweet laughter dribbling down your lips,
To your gentle eyes fluttering at dawn
From the way you gracefully pounce across the sea rocks
Gathering and sorting rounded glass—milky in color
The way the afternoon sun turns your hair to gold
Your eyes to deep, evergreen forests
Your limbs, like Icarus’ wings
Glowing, fragile,—temporary
My love knots tightly for thee, unslipping
However,
With every yearning glance, I worry you will wash away
Like the piles of creamy glass you once collected
Returning home to the ocean and her waves
Leaving me unmoving upon the shore
—gazing

I have not loved you like an earthly creature
but worshipped like God with incessant
offerings and prayers,
How can you turn me down?
I have faith and heart and hope
and love in you,
Yet you keep beguiling me showing
different dreams,
Are you also one of the Greek Olympians?

You reached out to me
When I thought I was falling

You held me
When I felt broken

You loved me
When I didn't love myself

I thought you'd love me through it all
But you saw the cracks and screamed

Left me shackled
Like Andromeda
And now all I want is to feel the power
That Circe felt when she turned men into what they truly were...
Animals

Oh Aegaeon, oh Aegaeon
God of thundering seas, my true bliss
I long to be drowned by your currents at dawn

A lover of the tide almost gone
Since Emathia, your unknown mistress
Oh Aegaeon, oh Aegaeon

Zeus strikes upon me, a royal thief
lighting my sails, where art thou? Must resist
I long to be drowned by your currents at dawn

My bones creak, aching for relief
My grave shall be your floor, my home further than this
Oh Aegaeon, oh Aegaeon

The salt of your sea I’m drawn
The oceanic abyss
I long to be drowned by your currents at dawn

I lack brawn
Spoken by men in hiss
Oh Aegaeon, oh Aegaeon
I long to be drowned by your currents at dawn

I cast the muse into the sea
to wake her from a peaceful sleep.
This poet’s quill is void of ink;
it needs her words to strike the page.

She’ll fight the waves Poseidon sends
til Sirens drive her back to shore
to sip an oleander brew
and hoist the cup of Socrates.

Bring wolfsbane and a death morel!
Bring nightshade and curare too!
We’ll fatten her with woe and pain!
We’ll ready her for war and hate!

She’ll writhe and quiver, seethe and foam
until she spews her putrid verse
upon the blackened sands of time
from which men’s darkest dreams are built.

And when the gods are satisfied,
when Ares’ sword has slashed and burned,
this poisoned pen will rest at last.
Calliope shall sleep once more.