Warmth

I found warmth in the middle of a rainstorm

The pellets felt harsh on my skin,

yet the world around me felt like it was peak summer.

The world was filled with stars,

but he shone brighter,

Brighter than the supernovas made by archangels.

The storms have engulfed this warmth many times,

yet somehow we orbit back into a rhythm crafted by Apollo.

A tune curated by the devil,

But a dance choreographed by heaven itself.

Containing the charm of Orpheus and the power of Hercules,

I observe as a bystander to this serene play.