To the merciless realm of skies and gods:
“Take me back to my amor!”
The canticle of the nature is adored by my brother’s grief which fades away little by little.
I cried for my love, which is therefore nurtured by lord Aphrodite and hated by Eris.
I feigned to be chaperoned by my lord, Poseidon who seemed it unethical to look at me with his proud eyes.
I grieved and begged for wisdom to Athena which I should’ve melt the heart of the gods but’
I beg. I beg. I beg.
The deity has spurned me for lifetime which may give me the strength to brawl for justice and weep for my amor.
I weep for my brother.
I am feeble, vulnerable, impotent but no one is there to console me,
just my sorrows
Because every epoch of my life is nothing, but dismay.