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Hailey Apr 2019
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
b33 May 2023
approval, a mutt,
heeling before you.
in suspense, apprehension,
perhaos admiration.

pawing at your pant leg,
unclaimed before it’s owner,
barking attention is the purest form of kindness

— The End —