Heartless August
Amidst the rainbow, the darkest and harshest storm approaches,
Unleashing such force even the keeper Aeolus couldn’t contain.
Growing at a massive pace, August tends to bend on his knees.
“Under such measly pressure? I would rather sleep,” he said.
Since the dawn of time, no one dared unto August’s lair of chaos.
Twisting one’s principle equate to stepping over his crown and glory.
The scriptures denote clouds of fiery storms could melt even other gods.
Under the influence of hatred, his shadow became the sun for his kingdom.
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Reality always clung to him, overpowering his enemies with truth and judgement.
Not all deities are evil but August was both the unspoken and the spoken.
Ending such things with only a wave of his hand, heartless and ruthless.
Damsels fear yet admire his warfare of lust, emotions, and intellect.
Many have watched him choose a woman, yet few have seen him truly love.
“You only love me as the sun, not the storm itself.” he always mutter.
Love was in all time never his greatest feat, losing one after the other.
Over the archives, ancient text mentioned a fine lady he gave his heart to.
Vulnerable he is when the gracious yet intoxicating love became his rival.
Each word his breath allowed gave divine hearings for the fine rose.
The storms and hellfire ceased to exit as August rest his soul to her.
Odes have been written, until his beloved learned his darkest deeds.
Druids warned August of his gruesome death yet he turned his back.
“Uttering things only deepens my voided heart,” he whispered.
Surging his omnipotent fire, he slowly charges toward to his end.
“The Armageddon may come; I seek only her kiss.” he cried.
-ThePageWalker
