O Theós tis Agonías

Persephone screams, the demon of Spring,

but Aphrodite is cold, and frost cannot see.

Wickedness corrupts a goddess, then everything;

"How fitting it is, that love would kill me." 

Poseidon is tormented by this glowing,

dwelling in the depths of the blue chart.

A dim light that flies before the knowing;

of brothers that rip and cut at the heart.

My body is a pale strike of lightning

through the fathomless, cavernous dark.

I am not afraid of my own nakedness,

the shadows hide me, there is no spark.

Skin crawls with cosmic electricity

and static possesses, bewitches me.

I am the crown-less, tear-less monarch;

Zeus abandoned Hades and the raging sea.

In anguish he caused to become;

Now there is none but I, 

the heir of Dolorem.

Author's Note

Title Translation: The God of Agony.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Wonderful use of words and thoughts. I love myth and tale. I liked how you described each God. Thank you Anna for sharing the amazing poetry and your thoughts.
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[Gaurav]

Go back to the beginning of beginning. The Greek symbolism is as good as it gets. thanks for sharing