Young Cronus

YOUNG CRONUS (5.7.09) My father decided he wanted his children buried, and left for dead. But my mother, Gaea, both fair and true, spared her children instead. So I met with my selfish father, where, by Gaea, we both were led, and, holding the sickle she gave me, this is what I said: "Hello, dearest father. I'm glad that you came. After years without you, I know how you feel about us. I just hope you know: We feel the same about you." "But we are not here to argue. I came here to say good bye." He knew farewells were in order, but he did not yet, know why. I explained our situation, as my siblings stood idly by, saying, "If you don't want to have children, you cannot be swayed, so I won't even try. But its too late to go back now. You cannot erase my family and I. So that leaves us only one option, and that's why I'm saying goodbye." "Goodbye, worthless father. I'm glad that you came. Now pay what is due. We know how you feel about us, and now you know how we feel about you." He regretted the seeds he had sewn, so, in charity, I reaped his remorse. I swung my sickle pure and precise, with such fervent and furious force; His blood was late to react to the wound, and that which was lost by means of divorce, found it's new home in the deep, dark, blue ocean- unable to ever return to it's source. Together with most of my brothers and sisters, there seemed to be no better fit than to send him away, as he would have sent us; to the bottomless Tartarus pit. "Goodbye, worthless father. I'm glad that you came, and you paid what was due. We knew how you felt about all of us, so we showed you just how we all feel about you." "Farewell forever, father. I'm glad that you're gone, and I'll never atone. Know that your fear was what you created, as I take my seat in what once was your throne."