Hélios

He stood there, alone
wearing those pearly teardrops
for a thousand years or decades; The world
passed by, rarely glancing how he shone.

He fought himself, endless
against that inferno inside; burning red
Shredded his heart apart, respiring dead
“Sol lucet omnibus“–
Still that's what they said.

nobody did care.
the miserly universe sneered
at the panoply he used–
When he was hurt, searching for cure.
nobody did care
to heal, to show love
the obnoxious world left him
There- where lied his dead dove.

He still stood there, psyche
wearing these nacreous grisly smiles
fighting persona evile, the churning scissure:
He wondered, behind these fracas and tussles–
all the lost time and mizpah of his dead dove
Would be the worth while?

Then he grinned and beamed,
madman wouldn't be less–
Burning red and ashes grayed
Rising again, being chimerical of his nemesis's
misery curses.

He never stopped, never left.
Cause when he was Helios and they knew,
“Fata Viam Inveneant“