Bloodheart of Greece

Twenty winters salted my skin, yet the hall reeked of swine and sin.

Antinous, fat, toad on my throne, I seized his

tongue, tore it to bone. His wine cup shattered on his

teeth, I rammed the shard through jaw beneath. Eurylochus rose gold

in his fist, my arrow punched the liar's wrist. Pinned it quivering to the beam,

his scream a hymn to my regime. City now broken, blood must pay.

Bloodheart of Greece, with might and main, I gut the dogs who wait

my name. Bloodheart of Greece, arrows drink deep honor's flame. Old bones still