Janus Element

Tendrils twist and dance, guiltless, unblamed, getaway vehicle, of the flame- uncharged of previous transpyre, that's your game. Like a serpent you shed your skin of the shame of the red-handed fire. You greasy sleaze, you leave yourself lingering, advertising yourself on the byways, but coy- like a transmitted disease. Perhaps Prometheus will give you a place to lay low till things cool down. Maybe Haefestus knows what to do with your sort. I think you should go to Hades, for swaying every which way the wind blows, you two faced liar. But wouldn't it also be fitting if you went back to Aphrodite's Temple and returned to those choking on the burnt offerings- of their lust- choking out true desire.