He smiles as he walks the shadows of golden Olympus,
A mortal damaged beyond understanding,
A mortal wounded beyond the testament of repair,
His soul a shattered Sapphirus,
As he looks beyond his days of fading glory,
Daggers of traitors plunged deep in his back,
Trickling and stained with raw crimson blood,
"Et tu, Brute?"
His cold voice whispered in the lament of dark,
The betrayal razor shards of diamond,
Piercing deep within his bleeding heart,
Yet he evermore raged,
Each fragment a glittering reminder of his broken trust,
His fury raging like black opal,
Iridescent with rage unknown,
Veins of despair coursing his mind throughout.
He smiles as he walks the shadows of golden Olympus,
Under the full blood moon his anger smouldering,
A celestial inferno with depths of blazing rubies,
Consuming everything within sight,
Everyone within reach,
The betrayal a lingering chorus echoing his mind throughout,
A cacophony of bleeding treachery,
Jade of misfortune,
Amidst the ruins of Versailles he finds no absolution,
No solace,
The grandeur of France a mocking beast,
Golden chandeliers and marble halls filled with mirrors,
Mirrors of illusion captivating,
The ghosts of Louis and Antoinette whispering tales of his fateful downfall,
Emerald corridors haunted by the ancient luxury,
Now a silent witness to his unyielding wrath.
He smiles as he walks the shadows of golden Olympus,
A labyrinth of his crazed psyche,
His rage flowing unbidden,
Cascading over memories and drowning the eternal hope,
In the garden of Tuileries where roses bloom,
Roses bloom as andesine,
Their thorns prickling toxin glazed with garnet blood,
His mind a chaotic topaz storm,
Swirling and swirling with agonised sorrow,
Each thought a jagged amethyst,
Each thought a blade gushing deep.
He smiles as he walks the shadows of golden Olympus,
Gemstones scatter in his paralysed wake,
Tanzanite tears,
Zircon droplets of anger,
Emerald shards of prosperous envy,
His heart now a diamond hardened by betrayal,
A fortress strong against the power of the divine,
Among the ruins of Delphi the oracle's voice runs silent,
He stands defiant,
A walking mortal amongst the snarling gods,
Jasper resolve firm,
Onyx determination unwavering,
His vengeance a black sapphire flame.
He smiled as he walks the shadows of golden Olympus,
Applauding as he proceeds for his final act,
The blade a glinting star from beyond light years,
A harbinger of doom long fated and told,
As his hand held steady and gaze unforgiving,
And one daring thrust and he wakes to reality,
Piercing the golden dreams,
Shattering the silver hopes,
The final whisper a plea unanswered,
As the prey sees madness residing in his eyes,
Their hopes crumbled like powdered lapis lazuli,
A psychotic ballet of vengeance over gods,
As he watches the life of his victim fade into nothingness,
A peridot satisfaction gleaming in his crimson eyes,
The blade now soaked in their essence,
Yet his soul remains unrepentant,
Unrepentant till the very end.
~ Sapphirus
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Thoughts of a Loner.
PoetryPoetry written by yet another individual just existing throughout as any other being like any of you, experiencing life and suffocating thoughts.
