the brutality of the truth
almost too much for my small body
to handle.
It wasn’t enough to defeat us.
They had to take every God
who stood up against them
and drain them of their blood.
Blood they built palaces on,
rejoiced on and ruled from
in their beautiful Olympus.
How did they forget,
when they walked upon
those golden floors every day,
that the surface they walked on,
the gold of their beautiful mountain,
came from the blood of those
they once calledfamily?
Styx Let Go of My Hand
I did not notice because I was so fixated.
This army of drained Gods
were my uncles and cousins.
But at the time, I could only think of my father.
My father. Tortured. Alone.
Here for eternity.
‘Please. Can you not release him?’
I begged.
Hades’ expression was unreadable.
‘I cannot, Hekate. This is his destiny.
This is your only chance to see him.
I suggest you use it well.’
