Hell bound Helios

Rising so calm from desert plains,

Sown as though like magical grains.

Watered by dew drops of heaven’s stream,

When everyone doped in darkness dream.

In some distant realms it sank,

Fighting battles of bravery at river bank.

Filling skies with streaks of blood,

Bedazzled by painter’s art I stood.

Last eve this fresco of mighty power,

As Helios dropped from highest tower.

This morning he breathes a second chance,

As waking from my bedchamber glance.

With half shut sockets that ruby view,

Though stains of blood now lighter grew.

As balm of turmeric applied on bruises,

Setting once more for his daily cruises.

And as an admirer of its evening’s struggle of strength.

During wanderings last eve for fresher breath..

Once more ‘‘tis a beauteous morn

As I see thee in distant desert forlorn