You boys
In your pernicious gaze
Apathetic of my mind
You glare to the East
Expecting the jovial descent
Of what could have been
Your delicious transcend into
Jupiter,
But I, Hera,
Oh heretic jubilee of the south,
Do I desire your truth
Knees bleeding
In vermouth
Bent down I remember
My first time
When you took from me
All that was pure
Destined to push me
Out the door
Shape shifter
I return
A phoenix by design
I always find
The magic in the core
I will reign
Once more
oh --
You foolish boys
tempting a temptress
You have opened a door
Dearly, indeed
Hope you found
What you were looking for...
oh, foolish boys.
About the Creator
Veronica
I am the moss silken on watered stones, rooted deep in rich soil. Earthen creature, I am the night sky -starry and strayed from the forgotten path of poets - I am, the chatter from the iron rails rattling as the train carries itself home.
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