| LEGENDS
O N L Y |
You say the Gods are dead.
You speak, but you don't see.
You only see a powerful man with his wife's arm wrapped around him as they walk . But you dont see how her nails dig into his arm, as if to keep him by her side and rule him as hers. Or how he looks at every decent female that walks by, but his actual bride. A ring is nothing but metal to him.
You dont dare make eye contact with the menacing fellow dressed in all black as you pass him by. You dont see that he is actually making his way towards a girl, with roses in her hair and pomegranate gloss on her smirking lips. Smiling smally, his heart warm with love.
You only see a pair of twins as they bicker, the girl scolding her idiotic blonde brother for something dumb he has done, yet again. You don't see the light in him, or the darkness in her. They're more powerful them you think.
You say many things, but you don't see them. The God aren't dying. The Gods aren't dead. The Gods are us.
