148. I Looked Down at Metis and This Strange God
I Looked Down at Metis and This Strange God
His long silver hair shone
and his body moved
with an elegant lethality.
Something about him made me shiver.
A voice in my head whispered,
Harbinger of Chaos.
I tried to focus despite it. Dismiss it
the way a new oracle would dismiss
a prophetic warning as it was far too bleak.
The silver-haired God
swept Metis up in his arms,
and put his lips upon hers.
He then declared, his voice boisterous,
‘When I am king of the Gods,
I shall make you a golden throne
made from the blood of the old Gods.
Together, we shall watch them
beg, and plead, and burn.’
I felt a chill settle on my immortal heart
as Metis smiled at his words,
kissing him in return.
‘Zeus. King of the Gods.
Your name will be known across Chaos.’