Thursday photo prompt: Glow #writephoto

Meet me one last time to watch the sunrise
Before the blood of the Gods is taken
By the light of day
Their eyes blind to the beauty
Their own fury creates
They trust so little in love
Feuds erupt when it turns in on them
A beautiful maid becomes a reed
Another sent to Hades
Heroes born from forced labour
Where would we be without Hercules, Achilles
Helen and the many hearts she broke
So many stories born
where the sun breaks through
Where would we be without the dawn
And our imagination
I for one, would lose all inspiration
May the battle of the Gods
Continue creating…
©anitadawes

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