Remove these ads. Join the Worldbuilders Guild

"I Imagine Androkleia"

75 0 0

I run,
     with my immortal escort,
     into the Ward of Chthonius,
         the walls that house
         the highest born of Spartoi-spawn,
     or so they consider themselves.
 
     Hermes looks around,
         as a man might look
     at a city built by clever mice.
 
We approach a headhouse of high balconies,
     each hung with a deep purple broadcloth.
 
         Androkleia,
 
     the eldest daughter of Lord Antipoinus,
holds court from those imposing heights.
 
Witness smug Androkleia's grin,
     Shattered!
 
     Androkleia's eyes,
         Bulging!
 
Androkleia's jaw,
     Slackened!
         as I run past
         at the elbow of a god.
 
         But these sights
     only exist
in my mind.
 
On this singular morning,
     Androkleia's perch stands empty.

BE A DEMIGOD!

Follow Mythoversal Tales from your World Anvil account to leave comments and receive notifications of new content.

Support gfishbone's efforts!

Please Login in order to comment!