[Artwork Credits: Peter Cakovsky]
Apple of Discord by Maria Fokas
Among the Gods,
There is no compassion.
A world crafted by a spotless mind,
Can have no keys to any gate –
Lust grows in their hearts,
To disguise their only need;
Among the Gods,
There is envy of mortality.
They sacrifice love for sensual intrigue,
To fool a mortal’s path.
But her mind was filled with scars;
And her heart held his close; above all –
How unfortunate . . .
That time was never on their side.
© Maria Fokas/May 3rd 2016/All Rights Reserved
