layer I stumble I crumble
I forget the player I was meant to be
I forget the flower that was forbade me
as the earth shakes
and caves in upon me caves in
and crushes me till I am reformed
into a darkened thing
with melancholy whisperings
escaping my lips
no light visible no silver ships
slipping silently over the clouds
no weaving of life down here
in the ground
where the master of puppets
takes my hand cuts my strings
and makes this land
my home for eternity
he offers me the fruit the
red dripping juice the blood
ripping loose from the
pomegranate the seeds
bleeding wet as I lay within it
tasting of the underneath
testing shadows with my teeth
but never satiated never full
my heart still hungers as
the fiery heat cools
I am offered as the bride
I am offered as the mistress
I am offered as the scapegoat
for the pain and the misery
and I accept this tale
I make it mine I wait to weave
myself alive
in time
again
and the thunder breaks and
Hades stakes are
turning white with innocence
the lightning bolt from Zeus
is sent the ground is cleaved
and the underworld bent
into a refraction just an abstraction
as I am lifted with him
gathered in by the glorious glow
that speaks from his fingers
in a violent blow
a viscious attack on my torment
a godhead laying dorment
waiting under the mud
hands tied drinking blood
bleeding life into my soul
giving me back the right to life
of which was stolen cut with knife
from my lips from my thighs
from my heart and from my eyes
giving me back the sight to fight
against these parasites that torture me
from underneath the realm
of the dead
the home I have fled in the arms of Zeus
delivered to the mother
who set me loose with passion
aflame with integrity
to learn the game
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