#animose

A is for  Animose

Animose the people cry

As sons of gods race through the sky

their lives like clouds are swiftly racing

at the rhythm of each foot pacing

Animose! We cry louder

 for Blood, for Gold, and for Water

waiting for the first to falter

praying ill upon the heel Achilles 

who in the race none can appeal, he’s 

made it ‘round the earth again

passing rivals of love and pain

Animose! they all exclaim

Another lap do gods too wonder?

as the sky is ripped asunder

how dare mere mortals born of gods

try to tip, to change the odds

and like the fire in their hearts

from heavens race, they've ripped apart.

and when you see a shooting star