Vengeance of the Blood Hearts

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

Antinous, fat-toed 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. Eurymachus rose gold in his fist,

my arrow punched the liar's wrist. Hendon quivering to the beam, his scream a

hymn to my regime. See how broken blood must pay. Blood hearts of

Hithersa. I gut the dogs who ate my name. Blood hearts of

Hithersa. Arrow string deep waters flame. Old bones still crack the young