Atlas

Parley these pressures of my soul
Merciless tarots yet unfold
Hope is stolen with each glimpse
Beyond this fatal precipice
Still

Strolling through Earth’s pools of serenity  

The child of Venus finds identity  

As she tiptoes

Apollo's Sheep

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Amorph ous and strange
Are these wishes we have
Like the sheep
That follow Apollo's lead
Like the secret

AILINN & BAILE

From the cold Anglesey shore,
Where the ocean's mighty voice does roar,
I sing to thee a song of old,
That no

What the Greeks did not know about Orpheus
is that his younger brother
followed him into Hell,
rode behind him, unseen, on