• iii.
    We counted the stars scattered across the Winter sky:
    glowing beads from an abacus -
    broken moments before completing the equation
    proving that life couldn't come from coincidence.

    So I took your wrist
    and, pointing like the hand of God,
    we joined them together to see heroes
    we joined them together to see heroes still
    we joined them together to see heroes still waiting.

    iii.
    We walked through puddles like Titans across lakes,
    watching them like windows
    where the ripples were tearing through Tartarus
    and even Hades felt us in the depths of his soles.

    Pebbles fell like boulders and we could hear every dull rumble
    calling up to us like the roar of Cerberus,
    shifting soil that had held roots like a vice for centuries.

    iii.
    Apollo was chasing Selene over the horizon
    as branches winced in the wind, ready to break
    into song.

    The stark shine of the Sun's stampeding stallions
    still shimmered in your eyes -
    they'd said goodbye
    long before your lips pursed to utter the words.

    I held you close
    and felt our heavy-heart beats in a thunderous rhythm,
    as if the pulses running through them were controlled by Zeus.

    And for a few moments more, we felt like gods.