9 Amethyst

Wandering alongside the bloom of the sanctuary

Caressing each pinnacle of floral

Being named as the goddesses of her

Wondering my thought that annulled the existence of expanse

Finding the act of love was my weakness as a goddess who had no edge towards the edict of deficiencies and devotion that meanders like water in her township of inception and accomplishment

Wasn't able to enlist views of Old diamond that knows no fringe

Being able to resemblance me as harmless yet an influential being wasn't in my hands of regulations

Yet rules was something I had to follow while prowling away for the yearning of beyond eternity that pulls past as a significant

Her art of assassinating was just the spell of inebriety that can cause someone to forfeit his life on the battleground

Being able to keep hoarded flirts away was the proficiency of medieval

How u stray as a occurred of lascivious figs on spewing clouds

She was the protector of women, presiding over marriages and births.

While Hera was worshipped in all parts of Greece, temples were fabricated in her honor at Argos and Salmos.

The peacock was sacred to her

She was also recognized to turn her outrage towards mortals who traversed her

The vigor of long speculated violet just flow a passion of hunger below the echo of Greek creations

Creations that chants her as the rock of amethyst

She was believed to cure drunkness of brutal intemperance

The youthful and ancient pavement was the solidarity with spiteful awards

Experiment with the birth of pretty poison

in the lodge of biology

Pour me out like you were whiskey neat

You got an appetite but don't get tired of sweet

Taste it on my lips

Love is erratic

But the drone is ambiguous

When you are little you meet with chemical x

Beware the earth

The giants revenge the seven birth

The forge and dove shall break the cage

Porphyrion, the strongest of his kind. Gaea needed a great bargain of courage to raise him again in my power. For weeks I've grown vulnerable as my essence was used to grow him a new form."

So you're like a heat lamp," Leo guessed. Or fertilizer

she liked knives, snakes, and putting babies in roaring fires. Yeah, let's unleash her rage.

Therefore the rage of a pretender

Was the agony of fear

That the goddess of all creation of marriage was once held against by the chain of gold hung above the chant of the night

Of the perpetrator's olives and against the bench of Sherlock marriage

This is just the beginning of rage and vague poison of sweetness