Word Count (for poem only): 160 words
Fourth Prompt: Morning
When the sky was black,
He'd watch his back.
Discomforted by the night
The sky god was
Impatient, because
He longed to feel the light.
...
Zeus waited for the morning sun
For when night came, his reign was done
And the sky belonged to Nyx.
Helpless, he'd see
What woes must be
And what he, as king, must fix.
...
Then as dawn grew near,
Apollo would appear
To mount his chariot in the sky.
Zeus would shout hey,
Give first orders of the day,
Ready for the sun to fly.
...
Once the new day started,
From work, he never parted.
Zeus: king of all days
Beyond reign of Chaos and Titans,
The world goes on and evolves, brightens
Thanks to the gods, whom mortals must praise
...
Then the sun chariot would set
And the king would fret
What in darkness, his enemies would gain.
But he'd have to wait,
For such is fate,
Until morning came again.
A/Ns: Hey look, my second shortest document yet! Ah well.
I'm not all sure how I feel about this one. I was reading a book of famous poetry and got inspired to write this. I'm not the best poet, so keep that in mind.
But yeah. I was bored, and needed something to work on today. Please review with any thoughts/comments you might have, thank you for stopping by to read, and I'll see you on the far side!