Zeus was a braggart chest puffing brute Aphrodite a petty mean spirited kind of ugly so when they faded off I didnt even give a second thought The world's better that they be lost to their epoch, but Apollo Apollo was a poet, healer, singer of songs warm like the sun portenting as the dawn When the time came that he need be gone so the people could carve new parthanons in the guise of steeples to new gods I stopped. I saw him look into the dirt wide eyed near to cry his eyes struggled to reason the need for him to be no longer believed in. As Apollo passed I felt the sunshine cast as a last surging warm goodbye and there I reached for hope But groped only blood and grime All what the world would beget bereft of Apollo's kind. I reached for hope But groped only blood and grime All what the world would beget bereft of Apollo's kind. As Apollo passed I felt the sunshine cast as a last surging warm goodbye and there I reached for hope But groped only blood and grime All what the world would beget bereft of Apollo's kind.
