Mythology

Unbeatable Insanity’s Me

Prompt: (Female) Veratine, Goddess Of The Insane

Prompt statement:

“I’m unbeatable. I can’t be beaten. My insanity makes such things impossible. You can condemn me. You can damage me. (menacing smile as the blood drip from her eyes) You never ever going to beat me.”

In realms untamed, where darkness dwells,
There reigns a goddess, Veratine she tells,
A tempest wild, her mind’s domain,
Unleashing madness, driving mortals
insane.

With maddened laughter, her voice does
ring,
A symphony of chaos, an unholy hymn she
sings,
Her presence fierce, a tempestuous storm,
Defying reason, defying all norms.

“I’m unbeatable,” she proclaims with pride,
A twisted grin, blood tears she cannot hide,
Her sanity shattered, a shattered glass,
She revels in madness, her dominion to
amass.

Condemn her, wound her, try as you may,
Her spirit untamed, it refuses to sway,
For insanity is her armor, her shield,
In its depths, her power concealed.

With every step, she dances on the edge,
Where darkness and light forever pledge,
A malevolent force, she weaves her art,
Binding souls, tearing worlds apart.

Beware, mortals, when her gaze meets
yours,
Her eyes aflame, a madness that endures,
For in her realm, your reason will fray,
Lost in her labyrinth, forever to stay.

She dares you to challenge, to face her
might,
Yet victory eludes, vanishing from sight,
For her insanity, a cloak so profound,
In its depths, true strength is found.

So, tremble in awe, before her divine,
Veratine, the goddess, her essence malign,
For she cannot be beaten, she cannot be
tamed,
In her chaotic realm, her power remains
untamed.

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The Love That Crosses Boundaries: A Modern Myth Retold

A poem about the Webcomic Book “Lore Of Olympus Volume 1” by Rachel Smythe 

A story unfolds of gods and their might
Of love and passion, forbidden in sight
Myths of old, in modern light
As gods and goddesses take flight

In the first volume, a love story is born
Of Hades and Persephone, in the underworld sworn
Their hearts are true, yet they are torn
By the history and fate that they have sworn

Their love is pure, yet the rules dictate
That they must stay apart, for it’s too late
To break the barriers that they create
And for their love, they must patiently wait

But love is not without its trials
As others seek to quell their smiles
And the past threatens to reveal its guiles
To tear them apart and break their styles

Through drama, romance, and secrets untold
Their love story will begin to unfold
As they navigate the challenges bold
And their love story starts to take hold

For in this world of gods and myths
Their love is what forever lifts
Above the turmoil and the rifts
As they seek a love that forever uplifts.

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Kingdoms in Bloom

In days of old, when spring began,
Two kingdoms clashed, a bitter span,
Their hatred deep, their anger hot,
Their swords clashed, in a battle fought.

But in the midst of all the strife,
A love was born, like sprouts of life,
Two hearts that beat as one, despite
The hatred that they’d learned to cite.

Their love was true, their passion strong,
But from their kingdoms, cries of wrong,
Forbade them from their love to show,
And forced them to keep it low.

In spring, when life begins anew,
Their love grew strong, and blossomed too,
But just as quickly, came the end,
As summer’s heat began to blend.

For though their love was strong and true,
Their kingdoms’ hatred, it outgrew,
And in the end, they had to part,
Their love, like spring, was but a start.

And so their love, like springtime’s bloom,
Was beautiful, but met its doom,
For though their love was strong and fair,
Their kingdoms’ hatred, it did not spare.

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