The God Of Fire

The God of Fire

The air was electrifying,

Up here in Mount Olympus,

Hera had supposedly birthed a boy,

And it was a time for celebration!

Dionysus brought his fine wine,

Apollo strummed his lyre,

Thalia sang a song so contagiously upbeat,

That even Ares couldn’t help the tapping of his feet.

It was a joyous occasion indeed!

For whom the party was for,

Had yet to be seen.

Where was Zeus, Hera,

And their newest offspring?

Off in the distance,

One could hear a newborn’s crying.

Hera and Zeus agreed that the child was imperfect.

That in regards to their other children,

He was by far the ugliest,

Borderline grotesque.

His parents,

Hera and Zeus,

Casted him out.

Had thrown him down,

The very steps of Olympus.

But immortals cannot perish.

Where he lay,

Sprawled upon the steps,

He could see the flaming sun.

He stretched the tips of his fingertips,

And soon a chunk of it became his own.

He placed it upon the marble staircase,

Hands unscorched,

He molded it into a blanket,

One to keep him safe and warm.

The newest son of Olympus,

Was by no means a piece of art,

But he himself was an exceptional sculptor.

Of decor,

Of masonry,

Of temples,

Of whatever one’s heart could desire.

This child would soon be renowned as Hephaestus,

The one and only,

God of Fire.

Our relationship is one of love and hate,

One day you care so deeply,

The very next you’re a flake.

You speak so, so much,

But tell me nothing at all.

You’re unreachable,

Surrounded by iron-clad walls.

You are without aim,

And have so little ambition,

But your creativity is marvelous.

Your smile is contagious.

You’re a little too honest,

With everyone but yourself.

You’re in dire need of a reality check,

Stop letting others put you down.

You’re worth more than you know.

You could do anything you desire,

But you fear the unknown.

A world of choices,

Yet you’re undecided.

Is your fear of failure,

Why you feel so daunted?

The calluses on your hands,

From writing, writing, and writing.

The aches in your being,

From everyone else you’ve been serving.

You got no time for yourself,

Darling, isn’t that unnerving?

It’s your life that you are living.

Our relationship is one of hate and love,

Regardless of the mixed feelings,

You should reach for the stars and above.

Yandere! Works (we're getting there...)

These works may contain explicit themes including violence, character death, and unhealthy behavior. I do not support any of this behavior in the real world. All of these works are fictional and are created solely for entertainment purposes. This is where you’ll find yandere fan-fiction, imagines, and the whole lot of it!

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When I was growing up, my mother told me the droplets that fell from above were the tears of gods. She said that the gods cried like how humans cried. I always wondered what gods could have to cry about. They were gods! Everyone knows that the gods could do anything they wanted. They could wield the Earth as their weapon. They could be any being, anywhere, at any time. They were immortal. The gods knew no end, no death, no sorrow! Little me didn’t understand that they were flawed from the beginning. The gods experienced everything forever. There was no rest, no slumber. How can one be motivated if their clock never stops ticking? If the sand in their hourglass will never run out? War, famine, death and disease. The gods have passed through many lifetimes of nothing. Are the gods alive, if they aren’t capable of dying? The tears of gods are shed for the death that’ll always be out of grasp. Humans face divine retribution for the gods are jealous of what they cannot have,

Death.

Hunters of Artemis

Artemis,

Goddess of the Moon,

Cast your arrow,

Guide me with it’s brilliant light.

Show me the pathway,

To become stronger.

To become one of your apex hunters,

And not the prey in this game we call life.

Teach me the way of the wild,

Tell me how to use flint and steel to spark fire.

Point out the berries,

Those ones with the kiss of death,

And point out the ones that will return the steadiness of my breath.

Open my eyes,

Let me see how I can be truly self-sufficient,

How I can rely on nobody but myself and my surrounding environment.

Please,

Goddess,

Allow me to pledge my loyalty to you,

As a woman casted into exile,

I didn't have anybody's help.

So allow me the chance to prove myself,

And join the Hunters of Artemis.

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