‘but, ah, my lover, we’ll scatter the clouds and as my disc flys, we’ll laugh to the ground we’ll follow the sun my light as it shines your beautiful face, will forever be mine’ ‘i will catch your disc, as it clatters the ground then you and i, my lover be found, we’ll shift the winds, with your beautiful sound’ ‘no! hyacinthus, my lover be found, we still need to fly, up with the clouds! without you i am nothing,  the sun will not shine for light cannot be produced without you as mine my lyre will not play, for you are my sound prophecies will not be told for i have no future found medicine will cease its workings for there is not point in healing what is already despaired and you, my lover will not be shared no underworld will claim you for you are mine you’ll stay in my gaze as flower in sun you, my love are my one true one from now into eternity i will always love you so, goodbye, my lover i will cherish you and for the future we never had i will always run’ This poem is based off the Greek myth of Apollo and Hyacinthus. I don’t really know what form to call it, because it’s just dialogue between them. It starts and finishes with Apollo speaking, with Hyacinthus having a line in the middle. I tried to fit it with the prompt as much as I could. Anyways, thanks for reading!!❤️