Delphi An oracle In which only Apollo God of the sun Of poetry Of medicine Of archery Of honesty Of the muses And of the oracles Only he yielded the keys Forged of golden Ichor and tears Casted into the plated nook of Hades armor And cooled in the deepest reaches of the seas and the highest high of the heavens That gave way to the oracles heart And perhaps she loved him He who was as warm as the sunlight which kissed lovingly on her skin He who could breathe not one lie, but rather spoke the truth with a voice soft He who sang merrily through halls and merry met ears who pondered in to listen
Yes, perhaps she loved him. Perhaps that is why she took him by his hand And murmured words sacred As she passed the key to him Unneeding to utter what she wanted He already knew
Perhaps that is why she stayed behind Watching as others loved him as she did But never the same Perhaos because she knew she couldn't have him So the best she could do Was give him her heart And hope he would cherish it