Aphrodite


She was, in her entirety, art
To glance was to lose yourself in her eyes
And fall victim to her murderous beauty
She exuded the sweet scent of every reason
To become her everything
Her aura demanded the admiration of nature
Her essence was that of infinity
Time itself slowed to esteem her grandeur

Beneath her allure, however, lay the depth of sin
She was a dark child of the world
Corrupted at the heart by the ways of humanity
All she knew was solitude, therefore she became empty
Nothing more than an accursed blessing to all who choose to know her

Her beauty became a weapon
Her heart became a shield
She became an instrument unto herself
Elevated into godhood

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