Many times, as the small comfort away Olympus embattles you to moderate, all my nine sisters came down to see me again. The great machinery could not resist me against what I was about to launch, who has blamed me for not belonging. But them, my sisters which in recent history I see with academic life supporting me to march away, where couldn't bring them company. Concurrently, the forces held me rejoicing with fun, their attendance, who were we anyways, sisters of Olympus embracing the heavens.
The strangest stops were my happiness trembles, is when I leave them behind to see Naia, long summer holidays have being a new year as my feet reshuffle the sands and waves towards her, Poseidon waters enlighten me with pleasure to swim and jump in a dive towards the currency of her sweet waters. Was it the momentum which set me free towards a mere friendly sensation or the promised truth to return at every extreme towards her.
Praised the days of my siren children touching lower waters, by force and fresh start, my voice remained the sweet song of a Muse, as I set murmuring to raise them, tragic form repealed me, adjuring cases, upon waters till the sunk down with their heavy treasures.
"You gave me love my friend, you gave me natures of all forms to love as well, now let me show the world the tragedy to the fallen troubles who will never be seeing again out this horizons, I will turn my daughters into Siren Maidens for Pershephone."
Young woman carefully lays a sunflower nest to the candles and carnations that surround the cries, there is no asylum you seek, and that is one of them should have been sparkled by a dream who has never return, but let me guide you in this fall, let my daughters praise the path of Persephone into the underworld.
"Beloved children of enchanting power, as the Muses spirit the strength to compose to the highest, let your assistance evoke passage into the Underworld as you cultivate the legions to the Queen of Hades, show her the riches of her King and all her legions, bring the unholily mediators down to purify this world as death follows, for the seas, for the migrants, for the home whom unfairly couldn't play by wars. To the Tragedy of yesterday, let them dive down to your sweet embrace, perhaps the soul find solace from the impossibility to free from suffering. Guide them my sirens, that we are not racist by given salutes to that never ceases to exist, crossing the threshold, a tragedy to the mortal and many Gods, yet bring them to the Queen, this might explain Poseidon's call in Olympus to surrender to the cycle of Gaia's Nature."
Surrounded by cries of joy, let my siren children go inside the surface, their tails curved splashes out from the first impulses to dive in as they vanished a purple night commenced in me by the side of Naia, many times alone in the unknown rivers of this Ocean.
A regal haughtiness, which has earned the waters motion pushed waved into greater waves, what ever the truth, it appeared to moved, from realm to realm, by contrast, the Gods suggestions had not known, but for my sister's the Muses whom let me go with my children into whatever world. Jumped following.
