The rumbling grew and evolved into a continuous roar
it slapped and battered my walls
like 'Prometheus' i was bounded
the dreaded mist grew darker by seconds and if only a tiny circle of space around me had remained halfway visible then my fate will not be sealed in this doomed turmoil.
Had a forerunner forewarned me of the peril of love and feelings gracefully i wont be wildly swallowed in this semi-substantial world of confusion i would have crafted an escape of advantage..
lone moments to me spurs storm that spiraled bad memories and suppressed desires that taunt and hunt the very essence of my being
if only i am not merciless tied to two gentle souls my burden may be equated and the ranging tempest may still be stilled
in the darkening maelstrom my breath rasped as i made a plea to 'Venus' and her boy 'cupid'
i didn't steal like 'Prometheus' did to be bounded so
the path i craved to trade was one 'Hera' blessed one not marred in a whirl roar of confusion ...
as i swam in an endless pit i called their names
one after another summoning the feeling for each to the deck.
