Tauta heh deiva hubris esesthai ton telon ton panton.

O Mother,
O Gentle Nuturer,
I fear I may have to die tonight...

Embrace me when these rocks
Of Earth are conquered by both
Rushing water and flame. Cover my eyes.
I wish not to hear.

O Artemis...please, be kind to us.

This air is brisk and sweet.
          Infuse my breath.
          Dance in my lungs and soul.

Boulomai apotkeinein
For that which was once strong is weak,
And that which was once weak now
Laughs,
As a lunatic.

O Athene...forgive us, please.

This land is a sprawling desert of scarred and
Scorced steel,
The sand is nought but ash.

Skulls with sheilds brandish steel,
War cries in the night. From your terrible voice
Lashes out flame.

O Cassandra...you and your lies.

Where was our warning?
If indeed we were to suffer such a weight,
We should have been given the chance to fight.
From Divine Salamis the war cries come,
Water red with the blood of hubris.

The Fates, ah you cruel creatures, why break
Your promise now?

Oh Aphrodite, give us comfort.
Let heaven come before it gives way to hell.