The Omen of Lycaon - Ovid's Withering

Upon the shores of the Aegean sea

A wilted King is brought to madness

And with great delerium

He vows to reveal an enigma begot by the gods

«You are defying an oath.

I will see you brought down from your place in this

world

You will fall from the throne

I am God.

I will not be forgotten.»

Nigh, In the darkness of night, a sudden noise awakens Nyctimus from his slumber

In terror, he watches the blade as it parts him again and again

Devoured by doctrine, he’s murdered his son and his name is forever bemired

So it is done.

his lips slowly pursed in a smile

His plan was unbroken;

perfection;

unthinkable

«What have I done?

Deserting my beloved son… A vital accord.»

Approaching his haven enveloped in blood.

he places the offering before him

The Cloud Gatherer turned in disgust

The Omen of Lycaon

'What say you now?

You stand before the judgement of all this is boundless

Admit transgression amidst imperial eyes!

You thought it absolute;

your design to rid of us all.

There is no place for you, cursed Arcadian

Lycaon threatens to beset my honor.

In turn, I’ve slaughtered his 50 sons.

And as a fetid remnant of society, he’s gifted with promise of suffering.'

You will be proved as a mortal.

Can’t you see that I am forever entwined?

Plead benevolence!

For the one who is damned is he who commits heresy!

I am Lycaon, King of Arcadia, and you are my martyr

Blasphemous conspirator!

You are lost in the circle of genocide

'What say you now?

You stand before the judgement of all this is boundless

Admit transgression amidst imperial eyes

You thought it absolute;

your design to rid of us all

There is no place for you, wretched Arcadian scum'

As he turned in contempt.

his limbs altered suddenly

His skin anon crawled into form

His bones melt like glass in this nocturnal forge

'You will embody the truth for eternity.'