pretty boy,
half mortal
half god,
but the power of your words
was enough to make me kneel.
you are everything i can't control,
not with that crown of lies
and promises of conquering the gods —
then conquer me, golden child.
conquer me,
and wear the smell of my death
like a perfume.

i remember the
stories that spilled from your tongue,
the stories that dripped like water.
the river ran with your secrets
and I always leant in to hear the words
that fell from your mouth.

so wake up, golden child.
conquer me.
conquer me
and fall
golden child.