Repose

The time of vindication and justice.

The nails that held Prometheus,

the chains that wrapped him up,

broke with a roar

and the man with the fiery eyes

stood up.

The stones were rolling around him,

the eagles were crying

and the trees were burning

from the flame of his eyes.

The blood from his torn flesh

was darkening the water,

But his heart shook the universe.

because of the joy of vindication.

He started with broad steps

………………………………………………………

-I am Helen

I am Helen of beauty and dispute…

The people who loved me

the people who hated me

became dust in the universe

following the laws of their fate.

I am the daughter of Zeus.

My fate is immortal

my heart unsatisfied

and my craving unfulfilled…

My life, a lake of blood,

my dreams, fleeting love words,

of insignificant lovers.

And the man I have lusted, I have never met …

I, Helen, the goddess of beauty,

vibrating in eternity

unsatisfied, poor…

Until….

I slept.

In the world of my dream

I was descending the steps

up to the entrance of my soul.

My feet naked

my hair unkempt.

I reached out for the latch

but there was not any.

And the door of my life

remained closed…

My heart was beating,

my existence was breaking

and my fingers

were struggling to get into the crack

and separate the door

from its frame.

As I was trying for the impossible

the door disappeared …

On the entrance of my soul appeared

fiery, shining

Prometheus.

His eyes were made of coal

his hair was like ebony,

his skin was like golden flame

and his body

made of strong flesh.

I was looking at him burn

and I did not dare

to go closer

but I could not either understand

my soul that was flaming.

Prometheus,

the fiery God

was on the entrance of my soul

holding the knowledge and the fulfilment

in his flames…

I was waiting for him.

At the root of Caucasus.

I was the daughter of Zeus.

My hands were dripping blood

for the satisfaction of the divine sneaking.

He was a Titan.

His hands were dripping blood

for the disobedience of the divine demand.

And he was filled with fiery love.

For the Man.

The fire of knowledge

and the fire of Love

met.

The flames from their eyes

enlightened their faces.

And their faces enlightened the Universe.

The ethereal veils of Helen

were dancing in the ether

and the ether was vibrating erotically.

Helen’s essence was spread in the wind

and the wind was whispering

tender words of love to Prometheus.

The Titan, the fire of love

and of resistance, Prometheus

of the cliffs and ruptures,

the lover of giving and sacrifice,

bent and kneeled in front of the Eternal Goddess.

With his bloody hands

he touched her white veils

and these became burble.

He leaned his lofty head

on her breast

and the Universe was filled with

repose.

Helen’s fingers

Caressed the Titans head,

who had loved more than God

the Man.

The Goddess of Beauty gave herself,

there, at the root of the Caucasus,

to the one entity

that ever existed

in the Universe

and deserved her.

 

If you want to read the relevant myths, follow the links below:

Prometheus the myth

Beautiful Eleni The Myth

Editing in English by Andreas Markides

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