Her's to cut through clouds with grace
His horns to send terror through the masses
Her halo to sing to the gods with the voices of a thousand Godesses
And yet they meet
His eyes seering and hot as they gaze of the ridges and valleys of a long frowing silk river, soft waves crashing over her breasts and fading out as they seek across her hips and thighs
Her eyes gentle, with love and affection to any stranger and friend alike, touching a deep part of him that was thought to be long gone from anyone's grasp
From his burning lips she heard sadness and need, pleas to be loved
And she will fulfill his calls, come to his rescue and hold him close in this nightmare
He, Her Hades
Her, His Aphrodite
And a chaotic blossom will errupt
And show the The Damned that hearts will not see the outer
But rather the heart sees the heart
Nothing more, nothing less








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