I climbed the last outstretched hand of Mt Olympus
The earth and sea was far below and mist swept.
Diana looked to me as if she knew me.
Nature in her breast and longbow rested at her side.
As I stepped passed rigid palace walls the conversation was lifting
and all around yet I was not invited.
Quiet lightning in the distance against Zeus driven clouds of anger.
Diana bowed her head and hid her blue eyes behind auburn locks.
The seasons changed in her lips.
There had been a banquet here. The disarray of flowing curtains
and Bacchus sleeping next to goat skin wine.
Mars and Juno were feeding diffrerences and let slip gossip of Jupiter.
Atlas was so serious and thoroughly boring. His vanity caused Aphrodite's eyes to roll
and she caught Apollo's mischevious grin.
Delight in man and condemnation. Neptune was distant.
I fell
Human afterall and mortal.
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