My adventure began on this chilling night,
As homes lowered shades, extinguishing light.
While sullen souls lay down to sleep and dream,
Common sense whispered, “Follow, don’t esteem.”
But my heart stood firm, undeterred by fright!
Conviction, that solid and shiny guide,
Melted pale and fearsome, colors denied.
My plan was simple, in the dark I’d tread,
To find EROS’ house, where hearts are fed,
And cure my heart’s ailment, its blight implied.
After Chaos, Gaia, and Tartarus’ reign,
EROS, the God of Love, was then ordained.
He would show the path to enduring love,
To be my rightful bride, below, above.
Restless, I fled to the frozen hills, pain.
As a mortal, I sped with golden wings,
Like EROS, beating tempestuous strings.
A burden heavy, knowing fate’s decree,
My beast through mist and soaring heights carried me,
Across wastelands and icy bog’s stings.
Sad waters sang their melancholic rhyme,
“CHAOS…” echoed, marking my journey’s prime.
Humanity seemed newborn in my sight,
Through woods and hills, surging forth in my might.
Pity EROS, his bride born of dark grime.
A chasm nameless, yet a burning flame,
Illuminated by Luna’s solemn aim.
The dance of light upon the night’s embrace,
Stirred feelings deep within my soul’s dark space.
Soothing my beast, fear’s burden I declaim.
Into the gaping chasm’s twisted soil,
I faced my fate, stepping with care and toil.
Each footstep soaked within my trembling soul,
Fear’s grip upon my throat, fierce and whole.
Like EROS, love consumed, fear would foil.
My fevered mind, a raging river’s flow,
Slowly seeped into the porous night’s woe.
A creature ravenous, hungry for more,
Blood and bite, I sought on this fateful shore.
Decision awaited at that ancient door.
With a hand, cold and gray, I knocked, confessed,
My longing seconds felt like hours, oppressed.
The sane might judge the foolishness I showed,
But love’s need surpasses all folly, bestowed.
To those with empty lives, love manifests.
This night, my plan held naught but a desire,
To find EROS’ house, the god I admire.
After Chaos, Gaia, and Tartarus’ birth,
I sought my ambition, for love’s true worth.
Feeble fear fled, consumed by passion’s fire.
Into the frozen hills, I swiftly fled,
A mortal like EROS, where tempests tread.
With golden wings, I beat upon the night,
Knowing my fate, senses jarred by its might.
Through cold waters, sad and gray, I sped.
My eyes, veiled slightly by a cloth’s embrace,
Luna’s light burned, revealing truth and grace.
Humanity, awakened by this sight,
As EROS mated with DARK CHAOS, bright.
Their wings entwined, birthing the human race.
Amidst smoke and mire, Apophis did sit,
The thief who stole love, causing endless grit.
He took away the love meant for my soul,
Leaving emptiness, a gaping hole.
EROS, please heed, your aid I desperately solicit!
As the winds of time howled through ancient stone,
I stood at the threshold, weary and alone.
A voice emerged, deep as the world’s own core,
“EROS shall grant you what you most implore.”
My trembling heart swelled, no longer unknown.
With burning wings, EROS appeared in flight,
His eyes like stars piercing the endless night.
He spoke not of passion, nor fleeting embrace,
But of love’s true form—beyond time and space.
“The path you seek,” he said, “is born of light.”
Through Chaos, through Darkness, love stands supreme,
Not bound by whims or the fragile dream.
It carves through the void, through sorrow and strife,
Binding lost souls, shaping the world to life.
In its embrace, you become what you seem.”
Then from my chest, my heart began to blaze,
No longer seeking, trapped in longing’s haze.
The skies split open, revealing the dawn,
And in love’s full grasp, I was reborn.
Fear dissolved into time’s eternal gaze.
EROS turned to leave, his wings full of fire,
But before he vanished, spoke of my desire:
“Seek not my house, for you need only see—
That love is not found—it lives within thee.”
And with that truth, I soared ever higher.
r(r) 11.23.2023
E.P. Robles | Poetry 
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