my Apollo

in his quest rejecting the odds 
hyacinth stabbed 
clamp on his shoulder 
impervious to the bind 
laid a lily’s pity 
ravenous howl unleashed 
rendering blind the mind sacred of its meadow


                                                                               NOW 

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the purge begins 
wave and blade and it’s all a blur 
intrude to risk his scold 
the type you fail to recover from 
clawing, throat 
raking, limbs 
streaking, dim
shuddering breath exempt of fatigue 
release of the angel and its sweetest farewell 
plunge into the shadows no longer a haven