Ethan Graham
Bio
An aspiring writer, trying to find my niche and an audience. Hope you enjoy my content.
Stories (2/0)
Anchises
My son, born of a goddess, carried me for I was punished for boasting, from the burning city on his shoulder, leading his son by the hand. He lost his wife that night amidst the turmoil, soon after he lost me. Now I sit and wait for him to return, so that I may tell him of his future. I sit looking at those who are to be men some soon and some far from now. I have much to tell of the greatness of his people that is yet to come. A mission for all the sons of Mavors, to do the duty they were born to do.
By Ethan Graham3 years ago in Poets
Creation
The gods gather themselves and sit in their thrones to begin the discussion of their greatest creation. Jove at the head, crackling with lightning, Juno beside him glowing with motherly radiance, Mars next with his sword resting against the table, Minerva on the left of Jove has her owl perching on her shoulder, Venus sits by her naked as usual her husband Vulcan next has his hammer in front of him, Then Apollo strumming lightly on his lyre, then Mercury, fidgeting restlessly in his seat Bacchus who is slightly drunk pours wine for them, Diana holding her bow and quiver tightly, Pluto, counting his gold , with Vesta beside him, nursing the nearby fire, and Ceres with her slightly darker complexion, and last but not least Neptune, holding the reins to his horses.
By Ethan Graham3 years ago in Futurism