Note: This is just going to be a collection of poetry I write when I'm bored in English.
This is about Zoë Nightshade.
Heracles
I was a child then
A leaf on the wind
Full of silly ideals
And unconditional love
I wandered the world, then
I left my sisters' garden
To travel over land, over sea
A leaf on the wind
But I met Heracles
He had the strength of a god
The courage of a bear
Held up the very sky
With his bare hands
He wore the skin
The pelt of a golden lion
And looked so tired
Bone weary
He asked for a
Moment of respite
Mercy from his
Eternal torment
Because his knees
Pressed the ground
His head bowed
And dust and tears
Streaked his face
I knew
That to free him
That handsome man
Was to force the burden
On a Titan
So I turned my back
On my father
My sisters, my garden
To help this beautiful stranger
I tricked my father
Into taking the sky
And Heracles
Was finally liberated
He told me I was beautiful
That he was on a quest –
A dozen,
To be exact
He told me that
He'd be there
When I needed him
No matter the circumstances
And as a fool,
A child filled with
Silly ideals and
Unconditional love,
I believed him
I gave him my single
Prized possession
A hair clip, a sword:
Anaklusmos
He never thanked me,
He just left
Leaving me a with a smile
And his name
On my lips
As the years went by,
My father, my sisters
My lush garden
They never forgave
And I never returned
Je ne reviens pas
As the years went by,
My Heracles's fame grew
His name was whispered
His presence awed
He was legend
I remember the scene
A crowded marketplace
The magnificent Agora
Of a beautiful city:
Athens
They said the Heracles
Was coming to visit
A man of myth
Returning home
With his hero companions
Jason, Orpheus
Conquering heroes
In that crowded hill
That sun baked marketplace
I learned the truth
The truth about
My beloved Heracles
He was sentenced to
A dozen tasks
For murdering his
Three innocent children
I was shocked, so dumbfounded
By this revelation
I had helped this murderer
I had loved this killer
I loved, no, love Heracles
They say that
The truth can set you free
What liars, what optimists
The world is
Because the truth chained me
Its heavy iron manacles
Brought me down to earth
Me!
The leaf on the wind
Tied to the ground
I was so disgusted
At myself
At Heracles
At the world
I saw him leave his ship
The eyes painted
On the bow
Seemed so mocking
I looked away
He had a woman
On his arm
An Amazon
And he had told me
That he loved me
So I wept,
Tears of rage, of envy
Of anger and self pity
I cried, tears pouring
Down they dripped
Until I could cry no more
I hardened myself, they say
My heart turned to stone
I lost all feeling
I would never love
Anyone
Never
The leaf on the wind
Was borne in the air again
But I had lost
That spring in my step
The joy of just moving
That boundless energy
was exhausted
Instead, I trudged
My feet scuffing
The dirt
Instead of just walking
Just for the sake of walking
I walked
To get away
From everything I knew
To escape my shame
As the years went by
My self disgust
And my self loathing
Grew
I was unworthy of love
Of caring and being cared for
I didn't think I could care
Because I had become
Indifferent, aloof
Bu the most wonderful thing
In my life happened
When I had given up
In a copse
I had knelt
On the ground
My knife at my throat
I was tired of life
So I planned to sacrifice
Myself
To the gods
The best thing I thought,
I could do
For the good of everyone
I had the knife at my neck
The silver blade flashing
Dangerously
But the silver never
Outshone her
She came to me
As I was about to
Draw the final stroke
My lady, Artemis
Author's Note: This'll be a 2 part or something. I like it.