Apollo sat on high
Singing his song
Of lovers.
Under his golden sun
His humans played,
Moving about
As his chess pieces
Humoring the Gods.
As the mist cleared
Apollo’s next two
Soon-to-be lovers
Met over dinner.
As the gift of the Gods
Sweet wine was poured.
Looking into each other’s eyes
Holding hands,
Apollo sent
Lightning bolts
Into their young hearts
Filling them with
Love.
Apollo smiled
Sipping his wine
Starting his next song.
