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tle of Supreme Judge in hell –</p><p id="a9a5">She left her native ground – Crete, Taranto</p><p id="e2d3">A long time ago, with the promise of never coming back</p><p id="6748"><i>“I’m a mere byproduct of the hubris</i></p><p id="3f99"><i>And deception my mother had to suffer</i></p><p id="d739"><i>But now I’m free, the old meandering labyrinth</i></p><p id="eb6e"><i>Rouses no longer fear in my heart</i></p><p id="2be0"><i>Ariadne will wean me off my precedents</i></p><p id="f0ca"><i>And my Art shall prosper.</i></p><p id="db79">The day turned to be kaleidoscopic, yet chilly</p><p id="543c">All clouds were dissipating as the solar power nourished all breathing beings</p><p id="b3fd">They set off and gaily strolled down the path</p><p id="db78">That would lead them ten miles west of Naples</p><p id="8589">As the two poets ate dripping peaches and drank cherry wine</p><p id="e0a0">Pasiphae’s child goes wild anytime fall arrives</p><p id="3195"><i>(Her ringlets play with the orphaning air</i></p><p id="6a9d"><i>That breath bereft of vital force)</i></p><p id="789d">For she’s aware that she’s destined to achromatize</p><p id="2c58">Like the dark that swallows the outlines of every form and its environs</p><p id="7180">On their way to Cuma, they met a plenitude of wondrous souls</p><p id="a7f8">The muse of music, Euterpe</p><p id="ca42">Born of the moss that beautifies sea rocks</p><p id="c5b3">The barger who aided them crossing the river of oblivion, Lethe</p><p id="68f3">attuning their ears to her guitar as it gently wept an ethereal strain</p><p id="2506">Once they sailed across the river</p><p id="d375">They bumped into Bastet, the Cat Goddess</p><p id="e7f2">That fed their hungry bellie

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s with epic verses</p><p id="9c15">And gave them strength,</p><p id="96dd">For she’s a woman who found her own in her countless deaths</p><p id="c681">An Amazon whose duty was to prepare them to bare their souls from their mortal vestiges</p><p id="95a1">Three spiteful, yet funny, spirits livened up their journey</p><p id="74c2">A boy who was constantly yearning for the outer space</p><p id="da38">A girl whose wings resembled those of a fairy</p><p id="9c29">A human being that goes beyond bodily tags</p><p id="e587">As they walked, they waxed poetic about the landscape unfolding around them</p><p id="8198">The Vampire-like Creature, Lilith, the first woman</p><p id="b37a">And her stepdaughter, Persephone</p><p id="b61f">Met their guests at the entrance</p><p id="f1e0"><i>“Let us show you the way to limbo, Minos is waiting for ye”</i></p><p id="44d9">Carved around the mouth of the crater lake</p><p id="6f32"><b>“Abandon Hope, All Ye who enter</b></p><p id="922c"><b>For there’s no Heaven”.</b></p><p id="d9e1">Arthur gasped. Asterion sighed</p><p id="ad59">The reveal of truth had finally arrived</p><p id="850b">They slipped down past stone-pointy walls</p><p id="bdc6">The light that hurt him so much in the morning was forever gone</p><p id="892c"><i>Light was not that bad after all</i></p><p id="a3c2"><i>Goodbye Mother Nature, thank you for nurturing us</i></p><p id="e414"><i>Your gifts were so much appreciated</i></p><p id="a740"><i>Now we’re heading back to where it all began”</i></p><figure id="d500"><img src="https://cdn-images-1.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:800/1*[email protected]"><figcaption></figcaption></figure><p id="4305"><a href="">Asterion</a></p></article></body>

Averno

Canto I

Averno, wait for us

The Bird-less lake

A place where bodies are orphans

Of pneuma

Thus

Let us

Trespass

This world, onto a new one

The entrance to the netherworld shall welcome us

Ariadne shall weave her thread

For us never to get lost

Arthur, the poet in a tamarisk dress and Asterion, the Minotaur

They woke up early in the morning

Vape smoke filled the room

He was placidly sleeping

While she was sitting on the floor, busy sharpening her horns

And cleaning her hoofs

The rosary beads clinking against the headboard

Revived him from his slumber

His eyes bloomed, tears on his cheeks

For the light seeping through the shutters hurt him

“It’s time to go”

Their journey was about to begin

The Minotaur was gloomy and morose

She knew she had to face her father again

Wise on Earth, Minos proved himself adept at judging the damned

Therefore, the Bringer of Light, Satan, Hades, Lucifer, Shiva, God

Whichever name one gives it

Bestowed upon him the title of Supreme Judge in hell –

She left her native ground – Crete, Taranto

A long time ago, with the promise of never coming back

“I’m a mere byproduct of the hubris

And deception my mother had to suffer

But now I’m free, the old meandering labyrinth

Rouses no longer fear in my heart

Ariadne will wean me off my precedents

And my Art shall prosper.

The day turned to be kaleidoscopic, yet chilly

All clouds were dissipating as the solar power nourished all breathing beings

They set off and gaily strolled down the path

That would lead them ten miles west of Naples

As the two poets ate dripping peaches and drank cherry wine

Pasiphae’s child goes wild anytime fall arrives

(Her ringlets play with the orphaning air

That breath bereft of vital force)

For she’s aware that she’s destined to achromatize

Like the dark that swallows the outlines of every form and its environs

On their way to Cuma, they met a plenitude of wondrous souls

The muse of music, Euterpe

Born of the moss that beautifies sea rocks

The barger who aided them crossing the river of oblivion, Lethe

attuning their ears to her guitar as it gently wept an ethereal strain

Once they sailed across the river

They bumped into Bastet, the Cat Goddess

That fed their hungry bellies with epic verses

And gave them strength,

For she’s a woman who found her own in her countless deaths

An Amazon whose duty was to prepare them to bare their souls from their mortal vestiges

Three spiteful, yet funny, spirits livened up their journey

A boy who was constantly yearning for the outer space

A girl whose wings resembled those of a fairy

A human being that goes beyond bodily tags

As they walked, they waxed poetic about the landscape unfolding around them

The Vampire-like Creature, Lilith, the first woman

And her stepdaughter, Persephone

Met their guests at the entrance

“Let us show you the way to limbo, Minos is waiting for ye”

Carved around the mouth of the crater lake

“Abandon Hope, All Ye who enter

For there’s no Heaven”.

Arthur gasped. Asterion sighed

The reveal of truth had finally arrived

They slipped down past stone-pointy walls

The light that hurt him so much in the morning was forever gone

Light was not that bad after all

Goodbye Mother Nature, thank you for nurturing us

Your gifts were so much appreciated

Now we’re heading back to where it all began”

Asterion

Poetry
Myths
New Mythology
Mixture
Culture
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