Touch me like Midas, gold and raw,
Petrify my soul like Medusa's glare.
Hear me sing a Siren's song,
Feel me ride with Icarus's dare.
Let me undo the box of Pandora,
Endlessly futile like Sisyphus's boulder,
Let me bend your Achilles heel,
Mirror it down like Narcissus order.
Let my Argus eyes be open to the lore,
Taste the Lotus fruit, a smitten core.
Let Ambrosia's scent hold you high,
Apollo's shrine and molten sky.
Let me rhyme like Orpheus's lyre,
A melody to die, a lover to admire.
Words that strike with Athena's grace,
Guided by intuition, and Ptolemy's embrace.