CIRCE
Called Circe for my yellow eyes - a hawk and creature - never human - raised in halls obsidian in shiny dark - behind the sun . The halls of Helios we run - my mother was an Oceanid - and we are of the Titan race . We Elder folk of seas and skies - Before the gods - Before the flood and humans who they made from mud and beasts of all kinds . We are blood of primal type - before the fall . One day our folk will rule as once we did from Infra dark to Outer Space . What is this trick , this power Divine of turning sailors into swine ? And was it Circe's purple wine ? As if the power to Change was mine ! My spectrum shines on what lies hid , My rays just lighting Up the face Anita Greg 19/04/2018
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