𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐀𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐕𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐞𝐬ᵖᵒᵉᵗʳʸ

𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘪𝘳𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘩 -21/4/21

21/4/2021

all the memories rushing in from my ignorant youth
where death was deemed an impossible sentence for us
as if we were invincible, godlings made by mortal flesh
but with boiling ichor surging under our olive skin.
a time where dreams seemed like low hanging fruit
but now they're as unattainable as a Hesperides' apple &
only myths are left from the time of our unwise adolescence.
and yet I savour these souvenirs of the past all the same 
for they act as paraboles, as guides for my fleeting prime,
a confidant for my initiation to a world of harsher judges,
ones that style themselves as untouchable divinities
when we're the only ones that have tasted celestiality.