When the wind whispers your name

Softly cradling you asleep and feathering your dreams,

Do you lift your head, narrow your eyes, and give a tenacious no;

Or do you answer the glimmering call of the tempestuous wind?

You come forth—your hands grasping for the golden mirage,

While all your grotesque dreams lay naked than the deception in Eden.

 Asmodeus is found lurking your simple instincts astray—for  

In his illusory eyes, he reveals the earths’ beauties and treasures.

Forsaken figures carelessly watches you; seeking to hold your spirit.

You are befriended by Cerberus; shamelessly laughing while the smell

Of burning flesh lingers and colours your soul a shade darkener than night.

Do you let yourself be pulled into the darken corner by Gorgons?

Do you listen to their nebulous plan for mankind destruction and

Throw in your own lurid details of demolition works?

Do you let your heart gleam with mischief, your lips seal with lies?

Do you cover laughter with incestuous creates and nod your head for acceptance?

You look inside your mistreated self to find the little bit of goodness stored

 In the corner of your blacken soul.  Do you fight with the little you have?

Or run with what’s left of your heart that has once been yanked and cracked with bare hands.

Somewhere in the stillness of the morning, the tears of Hades are heard.

You crawl and creep with flaking tears encircling you to find this whimpering.

Your fleeting hopes break into smithereens while you try to collect its pieces;

Without giving up what little you still posses within this scattered fragment

Of broken dreams. You stand armed, barely holding yourself upright.

You fight and you lose. But you still fight. You realize it is not about the ending

When you’re carried into Zeus’ realm; and imps are eating your flesh and laughing your fears.

 You see the light while your head tumbles under Apollo’s seat.

You smile.  For secretly within you, you have won the battle.