The Blood of Gods
Liquid seeps into the soil.
The clash of metal ringing all around.
Red, a mortal’s plight.
To live such a short life.
Oh, Warrior given a moment of glory,
Of spilled blood for the Gods' need for gore.
Their armor dented,
But their hearts race free.
Free, but they're bound in chains.
A pretty golden chain for thee.
Scars among their bodies,
Proudly displayed battles won.
The battle a stage to be viewed,
Laughter and cheers or boos and jeers.
An arena of entertainment!
Gods clap, thunder follows.
Gods cry, rain falls.
Gods smile, and the sun sears.
Gods! Gods! Gods!
They must cheer.
Blood offered for Gods.
The immortal’s lips stained red.
Is it blood or wine?
The gods love it all the same.
Only in death can they be free,
But even death is ruled by immortal beings.
Thus, mortals left forever at the Gods' whims.
Lesser, worthless, insignificant things.
A bug to be crushed under their heels.
Their lives and deaths sacrificed to the Gods!
To bow before their superiors!
Kissing the dirt! It’s where they belong!
Grovel before the Gods’ magnificence!
Mortal’s eyes don’t deserve such beauty!
Eyes burned from their sockets, if they ever saw.
For Gods’ true sights are monstrous beings.
This poem is also connected to my PJO one-shot if anyone wants to read the full thing, and not just the poem 😆
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