Oh boy. This took hours and several heavy sighs and a few tears. Sonnets are so strict. I tried my best not to sound forced. I'm not sure how well I succeeded, but I wanted to be true to form. I have a project on the back burner reimagining the tasks of Hercules as crimes…
Gold dances in the memory of green eyes. Coils of fire flare in the dark of Erebus. She could cry...if she still had a body. Making her way with burning shades, she tries not to ponder that killers prey twice: the initiation of attack, and the peak when nervous souls abandon bloody bodies. Everyone here…
When Pompeii poured into the Mediterranean, She was warmed with the spirit of Pyrrha And swam north to kinder colder waters Because the melodious strings of Deucalion called. She was warmed with the spirit of Pyrrha; The daughter of a common pandora came alive Because the melodious strings of Deucalion called And his harp heralded…
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