Can it be true what they say?
Can he be that bad?
His father was far worse,
Wasn’t he?
They say he has changed him
One he heard about his father’s peril,
He set out to kill,
To lay waste to all.
Anyone who opposed him,
He shot down in flames.
Vengeance for his own doing
For he was too young to remember,
He had killed his father.
He brought upon the end.
The Gods said his son would rule,
Would kill him first.
So he did what any greedy man would do:
Save his throne and kill his son.
So he tried,
But it never worked.
Sidero, with the clear-eyes and strength of Athena,
Slew his maker at the age of two.
Now he is searching for the answer
But can never find it.
He kills all, and only they know;
He shall never know what he did.

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