Love Yourself, Again

Where Fires Slept (Michael Tyger) Wk-1

Where Fires Slept

Lay not now these arrows low

as Eros grieves at passing tides

For drawn from harmless winter bow

struck the flesh in lovers' sides

Aim that seemed swift and true

did render helpless wandering eyes

and hearts that once our souls knew

should bear these futures in soft cries

Yet when love; left once to bleed

Heaven's eyes bowed low in shame

Poor in spirit and full with need

'Broken-hearted' was it named

From this anger split apart

all Athena's grace and form

Children of a bitter heart

Thus was our Anteros born

A different arrow in quiver kept

A hero dark would now avenge

From desires where fires slept

plays the music of Cupid's revenge