Apollo's Sanctuary

Melodies from Apollo

Apollo, Lord of Music, Prophecy, and the Sun.

"Let the light chase away the shadows."

Seasons

In the early hours of spring Serenity washes over me The scenery masks the hunger That the plants hold with avarice They long for something to quell their unmet desires To consume life for their personal growth Summer arrives and the sun licks my skin raw The thickness of the air has my lungs in a chokehold Moisture sticks to my airways And the greenery’s pleonexia is palpable They thrive with their festering covet And the inability to do anything but watch is my punishment Now autumn is in session The heat plummets into cold And the leaves once lush and infallible Corroded into rusty hues Their fingers too brittle to grasp the boughs Doom is within the roots and soil The transition into the bitter cold gives me whiplash With no life, I am the one with the greed I am the one who can become infallible I claim my position in the hierarchy Waiting for everything to thaw Where I, too, corrode