My reasoning at the time
was rooted in logic.
Light led the way,
whereas darkness hid
any path that lay ahead.
So as I followed the crystal light,
carefully avoiding the teeth-like
minerals growing up from the cave floor,
I noticed that along
the uneven walls of rocks,
there were paintings.
The colours were warm,
rich purples and bright yellows,
crimson and vermillion.
But the paintings were…
I shuddered as I looked upon them.
They were clearly of battle.
A brutality shone in the swords,
the bodies of Gods and Goddesses
being ripped to shreds.
Even on these uneven walls,
I could see how violently
the artist’s brush had slashed,
creating clear images
of every cruelty of war.
And then my stomach
turned as I realized
with a cold shock
that these images
were of the Titanomachy.
