Down came the rivers of melancholy that glistened on your face.
Eyes so deep, Poseidon was jealous and claimed the tears you
cried. Nothing could cease your cascading waterfalls.
Anger and rage coursed through your veins, and your delicate hands turned to fists.
Destruction was the path you were on, but he sat there,
enjoying and basking in his triumph.
Newly formed bruises decorated your body; his trophy.
Cuts from his words were still prominent in your spirit, and
eventually, you fell to him.