Thanatos

"Hawks, the smallest sound of wings brings terror to the doves your talons wounded. Nor does the lamb dare stray far from the fold once torn from the jaws of a hungry wolf. If Phaethon lived he’d avoid the sky, refuse to touch the horses he chose, foolishly. I too confess, I fear what I felt, Jove’s weapon: I think the hostile lightning seeks me when it thunders. Every Greek who escaped the Capherean rocks always turned away from Euboean waters: and my vessel, shattered by a mighty storm, dreads to near the place where it was wrecked." - By Ovid from the books of Exile translated by A. S. Kline Could one but imagine the fear you strike in the hearts of mortal souls? Those who look into your eyes, would be but brave no more. A general sound does follow you wherever you may go and only those who’ve heard and escaped that sound will know. A bang or a clash a thud, a flash. Perhaps the mere silence Trembles mighty tyrants The Empire that was Rome, The World, its golden throne Although, however powerful or true— Thanatos, none could outwit you.