And Artemisa then left. And that was the first two days that she remembered in her slumber on the mountain. One her third day of sleep, she remembered the next part of her quest. She had run for three days without rest or drink. Carved in her head was the paths that she must follow, and so she did. Her sandals wore thin and fell from her feet, and her feet were worn raw.On the fifth day of sleep and at the end of the third day of running, she slept, and had a vision. She saw remains of a sacrifice, she saw a fresh burial mound, and then she saw the gods except Zeus and Hades in counsel. They were seated at a long table on the top of the mighty mountain of the gods. They spoke slowly in tongues Artemisa did not know. They were fearful, and quiet,and with eyes cast over each other's shoulders. When Artemisa woke, she too felt fearful. Zeus and Hades had been fierce enemies, but together would make the world's greatest fear. The brave gods in counsel were fearful without the two powerful gods.
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The Epic of the Artemisian Mountain
PoetryThis is the epic tale of Artemisa's journey to the top of the mighty mountain of the gods to save all heroes to come. It is written as an epic poem, modeled after the Odyssey by Homer, except my poem is very short, one stanza per book or chapter. En...
