My Story

The words flow from my hand,
I am the master when I write.
Everyone obeys me,
Everyone loves me.
They do what I say, when I say it.
I seem cold,
But do what is necessary to be free.
Free from the anger and rage in my soul,
Free from the chains of my past.
When I write, I am the goddess, the empress, the mistress.
No one can rebel unless I allow it;
Even then it's not rebellion,
It's just staged.
I am as cold as Khione,
Yet as hot as Helios.
Unpredictable.
I am eclipsed by the Moon.
Oh, that sweet Luna;
Whom I cannot hate,
Whom I cannot destroy.
How I love the god that loves her,
That sweet Apollo that I fell for so hard.
Gravity has brought me down,
God has flung me; a fallen star, to Earth.
To Gaea, that sleepy temptress,
Who calls to me when I sleep.
Even when I throw my hands over my ears,
Even when I rest my eyes.
She calls me to my Eternal Sleep.
I refuse, but every day it grows harder
Not to give into temptation.
This is my story,
Now where is The End?