Apollo

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The God of Light, Healing, Music and the Truth

Light irradiated from every pore of his body,
his luminescent beauty blinding everyone.

His coruscating wit had ensnared millions of hearts,
and thousands had their hearts broken by the God,
who embodied the definition of grace and beauty.

Yet behind that scintillating persona of splendour,
hid a boy with a darkness overpowering every fiber of
his divine body.

The ironical darkness which the God of Light harboured,
caused the ichor in his cursed veins to boil.

He was supposed to beautiful,
not broken,
not hanging by a thread of insanity.

He was supposed to be filled with light,
not with with the overbearing darkness,
that coursed through his dazzling body.

Every divine being that had traversed the empyrean lands of Olympus,
had never seen such a beautiful tragedy.
A God whose brightness lit up the world,
had a world of blackness and bleakness,
bubbling inside of him beneath that gleaming aura.

All that the tragically beautiful God could think of was
how can I be the God of Light, when my whole life I've felt nothing
but the pitch black darkness growing inside of me?

For he was in reality nothing but a walking catastrophe,
who covered his tracks in a cloak of resplendence.

After all maybe that was who he was,
not a figure of beauty, which beguiled your eyes,
But just a boy with an ever growing darkness he couldn't control,
A doomed Olympian
A tragic but pulchritudinous God.

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