before, I saw you as Apollo,
God of archery, music, poetry, prophecy, medicine, and sun.
because you were the arrow aimed right at my heart,
the voice of which was music to my ears,
the poetry flowing my fingertips and tongue,
the prophecy I penned for us,
the cure to my sick brain,
and the highlight of my day.
now, I can finally see that you are Moros and Apate,
the being of impending doom and
the personification of deceit,
for you drove me to my death before I knew you
and you made me believe
you were someone else,
or at least that's what I thought you did to me.
and I thought I would come as Astraea,
return as Nemesis.
how could I have known,
I can't take revenge on people who haven't wronged me?
you never did anything to hurt me,
I just fell for you myself.
now if only I could find another Apollo,
to rewrite our mythology.
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Wanderers
Thơ Ca" She was written poetry While He was just a draft Combined together They couldn't have made art For one didn't rhyme with the other And sadly Both weren't in sync together. " (This is the first official book I've posted on wattpad and intended to k...
