An Aubade

Apollo taps, which edge a few groans.

Blue eyes blink open, and for a moment reflect the Gods.

But all of the Gods inside a single man are too powerful to withstand

They are gone before the eyes fully widen.

The fiery pits demand Persephone return to the land of the living

And she weeps.

Eyes acknowledging fate stay frozen as Apollo melts into liquid gold,

Over taking their bodies.

We are now untouchable.