XLII: Divine Intervention

“Go get the gods,” my brother said to me,

when food was very scarce, and hopes were dead.

“It’s you and me, and clearly, don’t you see—

we’re at our final breath,” is what he said.

I hasted with determination set,

I would not be the reason for our fall.

If eldritch titans’ favor we must whet,

it wouldn’t be my fear that caused their gall.

And trembling still, b…