‘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!!❤️