Adonis (pt. 1)

From tree of Myrrh you were born From cursed love caused by scorn Brought down below to the Underworld Raised by the queen as your beauty unfurled Your year divided between us two Neither of us could seem to resist you Goddess of beauty and queen of the dead Our gold blood longed for yours of red But love was not made for mismatched lives That truth has stabbed my heart through with knives Time after time, it's been proven to me That gods and mortals are not meant to be For I told you, begged you to listen But you looked up and pouted, your eyes a-glisten I said you could hunt the deer and the hares But never the beasts, the monsters, the bears