Adonis

He is a modern Adonis;
whose knowledge of his perfection
stretches across his face,
without clumsiness,
unscathed by weathering time
nor by warring mortal envy.
It is just a lustful warning
of the thirty two jagged
blood soaked teeth it conceals.
He dangles the corpses
of his victims, an open challenge,
while staring with eyes of
muddied crystals, luring innocence,
like songs of sirens,
to be frozen to sculptures,
hardened carcasses of desire,
and broken to pieces
without a strand of hair
falling out of place.
Gravitating towards him
surrounded by a pit of quicksand,
I walk to board the river Styx
and leave my sanity with Hades.