Kallisti
A/N: 'Kallisti' means 'To the Prettiest One', so as you can guess this is a poem about Eris, Goddess of Discord. Oh yeah, also I suck at poetry so please be gentle.
Anger wants to boil in her
It wants to burst out
And smite.
But she refuses anger,
That red mist of emotion
And settles for vengeance
Cold, calculated, cruel
Emotionless
Flawless
Spreading the bitter seeds
Of the Goddess snubbed.
They laugh inside
Not at her
They spare her that much
But they have forgotten her
Forgotten discord
And the wrath of a Goddess
And the pretty smile
That troublemaking brings her.
They laugh
They dance
Celebrating life
And its golden joys
She will give them gold.
Beautiful gold.
The last gift of her pride.
She storms in
And stands
Dark and sinister
Anger flows
Through her
Immortal veins.
She is silent
Biting back poisonous words
Letting them take in her sight
The sight of a Goddess
Snubbed
By her brothers
And sisters.
Immortal against immortal.
If they want trouble
Then trouble they have invited
By snubbing
The troublemaker
Goddess of Discord.
The room is painted
Red and black
With the chaos
She predicts.
She smiles.
Revenge is sweet.
Spite is sweeter.
She wants to
See
Their troubled faces
As they argue.
She lets her palm
Open wide
To reveal its
Most precious
Treasure.
An apple of gold
A beautiful gift
For a beautiful
Immortal
A sweet apple
Contaminated
With the worm
Of her spite
At their ignorance
Of discord.
She leaves
Without a trace
Disappearing
Just as they wished
She would
But behind is
A golden mark
Her gift of spite
That captures
Their eyes
And hearts.
Golden and sweet
Bearing cruel words.
Kallisti.
A/N: 'Kallisti' means 'To the Prettiest One', so as you can guess this is a poem about Eris, Goddess of Discord. Oh yeah, also I suck at poetry so please be gentle.
Anger wants to boil in her
It wants to burst out
And smite.
But she refuses anger,
That red mist of emotion
And settles for vengeance
Cold, calculated, cruel
Emotionless
Flawless
Spreading the bitter seeds
Of the Goddess snubbed.
They laugh inside
Not at her
They spare her that much
But they have forgotten her
Forgotten discord
And the wrath of a Goddess
And the pretty smile
That troublemaking brings her.
They laugh
They dance
Celebrating life
And its golden joys
She will give them gold.
Beautiful gold.
The last gift of her pride.
She storms in
And stands
Dark and sinister
Anger flows
Through her
Immortal veins.
She is silent
Biting back poisonous words
Letting them take in her sight
The sight of a Goddess
Snubbed
By her brothers
And sisters.
Immortal against immortal.
If they want trouble
Then trouble they have invited
By snubbing
The troublemaker
Goddess of Discord.
The room is painted
Red and black
With the chaos
She predicts.
She smiles.
Revenge is sweet.
Spite is sweeter.
She wants to
See
Their troubled faces
As they argue.
She lets her palm
Open wide
To reveal its
Most precious
Treasure.
An apple of gold
A beautiful gift
For a beautiful
Immortal
A sweet apple
Contaminated
With the worm
Of her spite
At their ignorance
Of discord.
She leaves
Without a trace
Disappearing
Just as they wished
She would
But behind is
A golden mark
Her gift of spite
That captures
Their eyes
And hearts.
Golden and sweet
Bearing cruel words.
Kallisti.