Beauty is in death
I see it now, even though I hated myself for marrying the God of the Underworld
I was allured by his very obvious charms. You would think someone so associated with the moans of death would be a horrible, ugly old croon.
That's a rumor far removed from the truth. He's incredibly handsome - a bachelor that will never age. He grows more youthful with the passing of time. Water flows from Olympus of eternal youth - a thank you reminder from his brother Zeus. This water, mixed with Dionysus's wine, cooled by the Underworld caverns.
Death - the hardest experience of them all; the passing of a moment so immense that the universe must fill the void with new life
It's startling to see beauty in what originally destroys the living left to make sense of what has been lost
I'm tired of losing - just as I long for the comfort of my mother and the familiarity of farm fields, pregnancies, weddings, young love, and babies
Those flowers, that grow where you walk
They take a different meaning down here - drenched in darkness, making a stark contrast between the ghastly and the grim
Put your ear to the underworld, listen to the water that trickles in the underneath caverns
Even down here, life seems to flourish, and the world continues on whether or not you wish to have a say on it
My dad showed me this one time
It was as if he were trying to tell me that, even in death and heartbreak, light can break through
Just as the Sun dies for the Moon to breathe
Darkness can be a blanket of love
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The Last Mermaid
PoetryEver had a dream you confused with life? Ever feel yourself slipping away into the waves? Ever feel that you've just gathered wings to fly away from this mess? Well... you have. You may be one of the last mermaids. Part anthology, part diary of grie...
