stories of oldA Poem by FaeryQueenMy love
becometh me Under the
sycamore tree . Shower me
with your
sweet love Tell me
stories of ancient beings . In war In
romance In
passion In
passing . Tell me Their
burdens So that
they may be my own . Tell me
of Aphrodite, I can
only watch so much [YouTube videos]
Tell me
of the beautiful goddess Medusa, Tell me
of Athena’s envy, Tell me
of how the Minotaur was slain, Tell me
of his past And how
he came to be, . Tell me
of Great leaps of faith coz I haven’t got a clue How I’m
gonna fight this one through I don’t
know how to stand without you . Tell me
of the garden of Eden, Tell me
of Adam and Eve, how They
escaped the she demon, Lilith . Tell me
of her rage Tell me
of the gods’ ridicule . . . Who hurt
you, Lilith? Who
burned you? At the
stake, Who
learned of your true nature first? . . . Under the
sycamore tree All my
love is for you to bleed So,
breathe me in And don’t
breathe me out __ Khat © 2021 FaeryQueen |
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