Pythia, Why Has Thou Words Whispered Blood

Pythia, why has thou words whispered blood That I would kill the crown to wear its gold A Prince myself, why should I lust to be A King...a killer...or whatever thy speaks Who dares not know my father and the throne? And to suggest his death by me...I laugh! What of my brother...are we not a pair? He even swears and drinks himself a cheer! Could I be clever, curious or cold To slay my father, or to slay his drink? With gold I come and with gold nothing more To ask of you where I would be in time Yet all you give to me is blood and greed And all I want to see are wives and seeds Oracle, may thy portals have my love... And me the chance to kiss Apollo's ring Not now can I go home to him tonight And say father good night to Morning's death! Pythia, if the God's spoke through your eyes Then blink again that I may die a Prince Johnny Sumler ORACLE