240. To Olympus
To Olympus
I had been purposeful in my actions.
When I chose that last village,
it was the closest to the godly mountains.
And now, not even a few miles
through the sleet and ice and snow,
I saw the beauty of a falling Olympus.
I had never been there,
but a golden mountain powered
by ichor was impossible not to see.
It stood out like an exquisite atrocity
among the peaceful grey of the others.
Storm clouds and lightning
surrounded the top of the mountain,
obscuring the Gods’ abode from view.
But we heard the thunder, the roars,
even from this distance,
the silhouettes of the behemoths
that were called giants visible,
legs and arms so large
that they made the mountain
look like a large oak they were climbing.
My jaw set as we kept walking.
There was no time to waste.
We must start climbing. But first…