Elucidating Questions

Pressed up against the door for days, asking for a hint.

It opens slow, you see a face, but don’t know who it is.

In the blurry haze, the pounding silence as they gather around, a hand reaches out to take.

Don’t know what you found or if it was right, it may have been a mistake.

Walking around in the world again, but it feels like two places as once.

Down a dead end street, quiet at night, but you can hear the Spartan drums.

Tales of cities that fell and palaces in ruin as the gods interfered for sport.

This time, they whisper, it has to be different or their stories will fade away.

The Immortals wish to walk among mortals again, being seen, but without success of belief.

Without the chaos, after all, the mortals have been doing enough. More concerned with protecting the garden, their vacation spots.