Monday, August 8, 2011

There was nothing left...


Olympus, once home to the gods, lay in the depth of the heavens like a misty ghost town. Wind whistled between the columns along the promenades, and over marble and granite walls, which no longer roofs. At night, the stars used to pay homage to those lords of heaven and earth and beyond, but now they simply flickered their sad song of remembrance as the grey wolves of the underworld roamed the empty halls of the abandoned domain. No one knows when they left or if they will return. But Zeus’ great throne lies cracked and overturned, broken and forgotten.

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