They portray me as beautiful,
As though beauty could make you a God,
As if,
Beauty wasn't a mask itself.
I am hidden in the shadows,
Far away from the pointing fingers of envy,
For Phthonos has a way to turn beauty into lust
And lust into jealousy.
I was born from the chaos of the world they put me in,
So from it I must hide in the stillness of the night,
Finding deep solace in the darkness
As he wraps arms around me and whispers,
"You're safe, my love.
Come dance with me on the stars
So Even Astraios will not be able to follow."
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Νυζ
Poetry"She (Nyx) was a child of Khaos (Chaos), and coupling with Erebos (Darkness) she produced Aether (Light) and Hemera (Day).."
