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."