Greek Manhattan

On West Side of Manhattan where people mingle
Tumbling in a swath of Times Square
They seek for secrets and hidden pleasures
As the shelved hourglass moves fast

Nyx sits on a rooftop over New York city
Envying the folks who look so glad
It’s been forty-two years without her loving
Looks like it’s time to get him back

With a flick of her Greek deity fingers
All the city power is turned to black
The faces turn into ghostly grimaces
From the phone’s power that is left

The chaos crept in a subtle movement
Bringing words of order by the law
Ladies, this is not the time for selfies
Can you please move on

Underground locomotives roar loud
With the angry & scared mob
A worker announced the blackout
There were prayers to god

Through lines of darkened traffic signals
Through eerily lights of a gloomy dusk
Comes a figure without any shape or color
Erebus hastes to her beloved sister’s love

Theaters closed in fear of a raging darkness
A plague played by the almighty lords
But people the answer ain’t that simple, it
Lies in the number that the computer told

Under the veil of a bleak city there are kisses
From lovers blind by a bliss dark moan
No one peaks the skies above them
Where two deities fall under a sordid incest

For three hours they were mad dancers
Orgasms slowly flowed through their bodies
Intersections reminding an organised panic
Fire trucks screamed to mask ancient noises

Concluded the intercourse, Nyx and Erebus grinned
Maybe in forty-two years they will be aroused again
Engineers scratch their heads, the Aether’s light returns
People cheering in the streets ready for Hemera’s dawn