ichor

(mother father hold my hand,
i'm scared of the monster
under my bed.)

quiet child, listen child,
that's not the thing to fear,
say your prayers
and hope the gods
leave us in peace tonight.

and up on olympus
the thunder roared,
and the gods looked down and said,

let the feast begin.

xxx

IN WHICH
we discover our immortal gods
are not as pretty
as they seem.

xxx

© fortunedays | kate
sept. 2016 -