Jupiter​

Issue 15

Honor me, mortal
For it is my due
Court not my displeasure
Or my wrath will befall you
Your house will be toppled
Your children undone
Your crops will be withered
And your herds will then sicken.
 
Rightly fear me, mortal
And learn to know your place
Dare not challenge the gods
Or you’ll damn your whole race
Your towns will be buried
By volcano, sea and quake
Your islands will drown
Your history erased.
 
Come celebrate me, mortal
In music, dance and ode
Build my statues and temples
My transport and roads
So armies can march
To spread the good word
My empire is come
And my will must be done.

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A J Dalton (ajdalton.eu) is a UK-based writer. He’s published the Empire of the Saviours trilogy with Gollancz Orion, The Satanic in Science Fiction and Fantasy with Luna Press, the Dark Woods Rising poetry collection with Starship Sloane, and other bits and bobs. He lives with his monstrously oppressive cat named Cleopatra.

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