our faults are gasoline, allowing simple spark to burst into flames. burn short, burn bright. i hitch a ride with the sun, my restless spirit soothed in its destruction as we dip below the horizon in the west, and he welcomes us home, his sons and daughters. mortals d i e , that’s what makes us precious as the poets say. he mourns us all, our mistakes his fault. his sons and daughters, related in death.
IAPETUS, titan of the west and mortality. | for @mythologicalnet theme: death deities














