Last Of The Olympians So, it has come to this at last. My footsteps echo through the empty temple -- Funny, you never really thought of the gods as having footsteps. Much less these tears that trickle much too late unseen unheard burning down my dying cheeks. I can't blame you for turning your back as I have so often turned mine... We've never been known for our compassion or tenderness. Or, maybe, could it be you who cannot bear to watch us, the great and terrible masters of your world, wither away? But such is our lot, and there comes a time when even the gods must yield to the awesome will of the Fates. This dream, it did not start with Cronos, nor shall it die with me. Your children, too, shall someday rise up and devour you; the products of your loins shall succeed you to your throne, and to your grave. Of all my legacy, you alone were dearest to me. You, humanity, whom I have tormented desired envied feared the most You, who worshipped and feared and defied me, as I stood there in cold indifference, observing your joy and your grief, silent. At the same time unmoved and devastated. How many times must I watch you die? You, who littered the eternal, unforgiving landscape of this world which concedes to contain us both, with your weakness, and your passion, and the strength of your hope? How many times must I watch you die? So I vowed to feel nothing at all: What power can a mere mortal hold over a god? I held you in my arms as a child as a lover as a soul with the flesh crumbling off on your way to Charon but I didn't love you then... You were our unruly subjects, and the best of you could never be tamed. You, who were made in our image, formidable in your frailty; there is a fine line between tribute and mockery when you refused to yield to us... When Orestes' knife tore through his mother's breast, Clytemnestra's heavy heart was bursting with pride. So I stand before you now, in my insolent, impudent, impotent rage; my end is near. too late for regrets Just don't walk away! It's okay, you need not kneel before me now. Just hold me, hold my hand, don't let me go... I don't want to die alone. 
 
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