An extract from my epic poem The Way of Trilobites, available on Amazon. See my book links.
Thou, goddess of the hearth, beloved of all, My heart may hear, yet never heed thy call. For I, who love Apollo, wise and warm, Form shattered, died from savage, sea-swept storm. And I shall never enter Asphodel Until the sun shall strike this bitter swell. Nor shall I leave, who learned to love this coast, Until Apollo lights what longs him most. Full well I know beyond a certain gate Lies peace and comfort, and my friends of late; I know these things, and yet I shall await. And if forever hath the sun withdrawn, Forever, then, I shall await the dawn.
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