So now here he was. A mad king,
who once had the whole cosmos in his palm
and now presided over nothing.
Is this the fate of all God-Kings?
‘Come, child. Be not afraid’
There was a desperation in his voice,
and something in my blood told me
to obey. This was Kronos’ power.
Time and the command over all our divinity.
Even then, diminished and half of himself,
he had not lost his authority. As though
hypnotized, I walked with him despite
all of my misgivings.
He led me further into the cave.
I could see that even though this was
where he lived forever in exile, it was beautiful.
The walls were even, not earthen,
and a warmth filled the cave here.
The crystals shone more brightly,
and richly coloured fabrics did their best
to make this cavern seem homely.
The floors had been turned to
polished marble and reflected the light
of the crystals above, made the place inviting.
An aroma of game rose through the air
and I noticed that in the centre of the room,
a large bubbling cauldron was
cooking. Divinity did not need food,
but it was one of the luxuries we most enjoyed.
My mouth watered and Kronos smiled.
