The Door Opened
and I found myself face to face with Styx.
I know that Gods do not age,
but a pang rose in my chest
at how she looked,
exactly the same
as the day we fought.
Styx stepped back
when she saw me.
‘Hekate.’
It wasn’t said with surprise
or with anger.
My name sounded like a spell
when she said it that way.
I waited for permission to enter,
and with a nod she gave it to me.
I followed her to a hall split in half
by her own river.
Around me the fine things
that were expected in Gods’ houses glowed.
A golden fireplace. Emerald urns.
Thrones crafted from the finest oak.
She snapped her fingers
and a small silver chalice
of sweet wine was in my hand.
‘Why Are You Here?’
I hid a smile at her words.
Styx was always pointed.
Clearing my throat I said,
‘I went to see Demeter.’
