A Quiet, Sightless World
I don't know why it happened
But all of them are gone.
All of those who saw through Mist
The Gods thought they were con.
Olympus plagued by its master's whim
Our world in Chaos, the sky grows dim.
By Zeus' call, the war god waits
To send the seers to Hades' gates.
Mothers, fathers, daughters, sons
Did Ares wipe out one by one.
Now all those called half-blood side
To bring back parents whose vision died.
It was a mistake the mortals brought
When believing the seers caused mayhem to wrought.
Now through the carnage, only the blind can see
The fates did their jobs and severed the strings.
I now know why it happened
And all of them are gone.
All of those who saw through Mist
All consorts of the Sun.
My poem at an end, my brothers and Apollo mourn
"Prepare for battle," I cried, "Now we settle the score."