I wonder what happens to the old gods when no one worships them anymore???
For little sister Samantha!
Little Sister
Through the mysts of legend peeking... Diana's little sister seeking... Power cradled in her keeping... She soothes her sister's quiet weeping. Young spirit with the ancient soul... Perhaps not ready for such a role... Aware of desperate arcane goals... More aware of the power, she controls.
Ahhhh, she strays in youthful vigor... Always seeking something bigger... Than what is needed to insure... That earth-wounds will not long endure. In her sweet naive delusion... She embraces cruel illusions... Her tender quest seems never-ending... Sister's advice, feels condescending.
If she founders in this endeavor... Old gods must leave this plane forever... Misled by shallow human lies... Little sister screams as Diana dies. Mournful wailing now is heard... Wise ones aware of what occured.... Thunder echoes their desperation... These ancient gods, denied salvation.
Roles somehow are now reversed... Marking mankinds' cheap acendence... Ancestral gods are cast aside... Mans' strutting ego abhors dependence.