Apollo's War

Jupiter’s bolt hits the sky, striking clouds, viciously, precariously without a word of warning. 

Neptune raises his ocean’s waves, no longer calm, the waves roll in pure fury. 

The storms above the earth brew without an ounce of mercy. 

This is the first strike, the final straw, there is no going back, only forward and there I shall go.

 Treading onward, my silver bow and arrows my only reminder, the only required.

 As I set upon the motion of conquering those now deemed unworthy.

You have turned your backs on me, and thus incurred my wrathful scorn. Be prepared

To suffer my deadly assault, let those who survive be alone to mourn. For I am both just and merciful,

 as I am both light and dark. I am twin to the Moon, my flames of fire aligned with the wilds of the Hunt.

As Pluto’s horn brings lost souls home, my anger will bring forth bright redemption.

A deep carnal salvation, a final tribute to my retribution. As I march forward, to put in