When electricity made love rigid,
And enslaved men in their lusty livings,
The world itself seemed to grow frigid,
As nature was filled with such misgivings.
Time itself had grown old, aged, and weary;
The bolts of Zeus no longer cracked the sky;
Hades realm had been filled entirely,
And Poseidon’s sea kingdom had gone dry.
The great Zephyrus had breathed his last breath,
And Boreas ruled in the winter lands.
It seemed to me Eros had met his death,
And Aphrodite raped by evils hands.
But then came the spark, that flash of hot red,
That burned away the technology,
And we watched as the wicked turned and fled
Like a lost story in mythology.
They called her Rekka; Fira; Hestia,
And all sorts of other fiery names,
But by birth her name was Alexia
And the real fire was in her brains.
She found the fuel to burn down the kings,
Who had slaughtered the people she loved most.
And her vengeance gave revolution wings
Till the fire had spread from coast to coast.
And I tell you this tale so you know
That true love can defeat the greatest foe.
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