The Fall Of The Titans

If she fastened down her tears with her eyelids closed dazzled by the sun, the moon, a dream on the horizon, would you be there when they open composed? Made of starlight - would you be her Titan? Her protector, her Kronos: Sire, do not devourer me? Instead, let me also rest in the 'Isles-of-the-Blessed.' And there wake sire beside your giant torso invitee shielded and protected, in your heart I-shall nest. Put on wings and fly above the rain clouds and tears will no longer dampen my heart quest. Perched-in-these heavenly gyres like wild fowls: Sire, see to my need to join others I dispossessed.