wild things, sons of apollo

all twisted
up,
and 
down in shadow
and ash,
we find you.



so
low, 
on your belly
you roll,
begging
forgiveness of your soul,
for the missed opportunities and
self-deceit,
for the fear that ruled you,
and
for so much more.


but
only silence.
and
shadow respond.

silence,
and shadow.
.

and you retreat
into the empty corners within,
exploring the void,
mourning what never 
could never have 
been.


rise up, Brother,
you are not alone.

do you hear the rumbling
of the drums, 
beating
deep inside your chest?


mama calling.


the drums pound,
flowing lost rhythms straight through your bones.


papa calling.


the drums sound,
rattling the fear out from your bones.


destiny calling.


and when the dark moon rises,
Our soul fire
lights the cold winter night,
with a fury long lost,
but ne'er forgotten.


ne'er
forgotten.




so come,
and let us scald sun and sky
with wicked pursuits
and love eternal.

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