Ebony Aphrodite

Not even Tisiphone looming could invoke the fright this fury leaves etched across my spine Olympus' indignation will not leave me in spiritual paralysis like She (Shch, shch, shch) severing my Atlas, losing my mind--I can't carry these melancholy skies Her voice, even in its brevity, balmbarded me with an inward rise of Dawn's rosey-red fingers Now, Her silence--Her silence sings a delyreous epic of what I couldn't help, but destroy --Without Her, I feel like Telemachus futiley fending off suitors alone Promises to not fly too close to Helios: broken glass under a blind woman's feet Like Perseus, I'll face whatever evil's Cracken; although, a life without Her, I'd rather be the Nemean Lion Ebony Aphrodite, whose tone leers at me with a Medusa gaze I wasn't Cronos; although, I was, in this gracious goddess' eyes, titanic However, it now appears I've corroded our thread; easier for the Fates to cut