Erebus

I deem the divine

Out of time, as I court them

Impregnate the fates

Till I choose to abort them

The muses my brood

I imbue with the spark

And by my hand the arrows

Of Eros to mark

Have inspired the vehement

Seed of creation

To gush from the brush’s

Unbridled temptation

In lust germination

Bore lush dripping red

Misconceptions of my

Hellenistic skin shed

And in discordant dreams

I’ve enchanted naive

Lonely Edens and watched

As they died to believe

That beyond me exists

An escape from the end

That conception itself

Does not to my will bend