word of the day: ancient

the sun god has darkened the day,

cradling his lover's petalled remains.

never again will the god boast of his ancient power.

never again will the god hurl a javelin,

for fear it may pierce the heart of the next man he loves.

         "i'll place you on my golden plinth,

          my light, my bloom, my hyacinth.

                    ...may mortals hereafter feel love, lux and laughter..."