Truly, the bane of the reckless life.
The sunset looks so fine with
The hero's silhouette tattooed across its face,
But no one knows the chill of the deep night
Without a home
Quite like the bravest strangers.
And truly, your eyes are the blackest diamonds
I've ever looked upon,
Glittering ruins of primal places where once we lay,
Counting stars and gods and sacrificing both.
My warm and conquering heretic,
Gray skies march throughout your veins,
Memories of the lesser immortals,
The ones who keep coming back
To find each other,
Part of me can hardly believe it,
But the rest of me sings
Of the way you feel under my fingerprints.
On my tongue dances
A thousand names from a hundred lives
We've lived and ended.
With blood-drawn pomerium,
We burrowed deep through death
And ageless air
To light the stars, to show the way.
The way back.
To continue on
Where we left off,
Drawing down the skies
One piece at a time.
In the Hellenistic era,most of the art had a Greek hue to it. Much of the culture and way of life were Greek at this time. (Because they were Greek! )
"Idealism gave way to naturalism, the culmination of the works of fourth-century b.c.e. sculptors Lysippos, Skopas, and Praxiteles, all of whom emphasized realistic expression of the human figure."