The Twelve Muses

Hera's poem is amazing, I love the rhyming and the pictures that you're putting up every poem. Keep up the awesome work Leya XD I'm so excited to read your DoW poems, I can't wait! ^^

Wilting Flowers

Hades

how could i love when you make me out to be this way?
i am still alive, still breathing
and sometimes i wonder if i can just stop because
it's too much.

and i sit here in the moonlit corridor,
contemplating how i could possibly leave.
a diety who is trapped beyond your world
yet i didn't have a choice

though, i find simplicity in the darkness,
how it curls and wraps around my soul,
engulfing me in fires and shadows,
like the river made of liquid silver,
remnants of the tears i once shed.

but she heals everything,
her words and her grace bring me back up,
into the world that i once loved,
and back into the person i once was.

my flower
so lovely and divine
how my heart grows roots
and my fingertips blossom with passion
whenever i lay eyes on her.

yet still
i wonder if people know
that even gods still crave
the light and the love of the world above.

5.

Artemis

Through dense forests she moves,
her eyes sharp, peircing the veil of night,
and with her body the leaves rustle,
a wind so strong it fills the air with her scent.

With every step, she commands respect,
for her gaze lies in the force of nature,
her spirit unwoken, unshaken,
a testament to her undying will.

Her spirit is a song of unyeilding force,
guiding the stars in their celestial ballet,
harmonious blends of instinct and kill,
a melody of strength, forever sung.

Spoiler

My first try at a ballad, and it was so hard. I hope it's not as bad as I think it is xD.

6.

Apollo's Ballad

Apollo

In the days of myth, where gods and goddesses roam,
Apollo, king of the sun and arts, found home.
His shimmering lyre played melodies so divine,
Yet troubles shadowed his celestial shine.



Yet with mortal pride, a contest did ignite,
Against a man, Apollo faced his might.
So skilled, yet he learned a new kind of race,
A god of light, with shadows in his space.

8.

Sapphire Oceans

Aphrodite

born of foam and whispered sighs,
she weaves threads of desire and longing.

her laughter, a melody that stirs the soul,
a dance of stars in velvet skies.

her form, a symphony of curves and grace,
a canvas brushed with hues of passion.

yet, in her beauty lies the tempest,
a storm of longing and unspoken words.