013//Thirteenth of Nowhere

I used to rule the world
Seas would rise when I gave the word

Mmm. quite appropriate, I think. I was once the equal of Zeus in powers, gifted with the power to grant anything my worshipers desired. Now, I am but a shadow of myself, stalked by the lost souls. My name is used in twisted rituals, and my worship is from those who name themselves after animals and metals.

Bah. The dead were grateful to be guided. The living is much more difficult.

It was the wicked and wild wind
Blew down the doors to let me in
Shattered windows and the sound of drums
People couldn't believe what I'd become

And Cronus' little curse is rather petty. He lacks in imagination.