But I could hear something else.
Was it perhaps concern?
‘You should know,’
he said, as though
reading my mind,
‘even I do not pass
through that realm.
Nyx is a law unto her own.’
Through the ivy of fear
that was crowding my heart,
these words gleamed
like a gold coin
shimmering among stones.
An ancient Goddess
so formidable that even
Olympians feared her.
What power that must be.
I looked back at the waters
and suddenly,
they seemed more inviting.
So I waded through them
to the rock where they started
from and climbed up.
‘I Hope Fortune Favours You’
The words were called in earnest
and I turned to Hermes now,
just to take in the last of him.
His gleaming cap with wings,
his brand new staff
and the mischief in his smile.
