The sky is black and the earth is red.
Being close to the gods changes all perceptionó
light with dark, water with dust, truth with desire.
Those who came by ship must end on foot
despite their modern craft and navigation.
Ritual will be served; the mountain
must be climbed, step by perilous step,
and those who ascend with their pleas, silver orbs
wreathing their heads that they may breathe celestial airó
those who would see Olympus approach madness.
Bodies of those who have tried
litter the mountainside, are swallowed
by red earth, and if they still have coin,
will pay to cross a dry river into Hades.
But those who scale the peak to rarest lightó
these few behold the gods. Those few deliver
supplication to a cold and mighty heaven.
If they return, the god-touched will not speak
except as dust and wind. They will point to the sky.
Their hands will be red and their eyes black,
and those who can bear to receive them
may regard such ruined pilgrims as heroes, or stars.