(im)mortal

There is no sky today.
Only smokey flames
Engulfing Helios
And his horses.

The same sooty embers
That filled the lungs
Of the smaller,
Weaker
Phaethon
As he was struck
By the king
Of the sky.

Only the elements refuse
To kill the Titan God,
Who wants nothing more
Than to join
His scion;
His wilted heir.

He prays
To his siblings
That his veins
Will pour red.
Yet no matter how hard he claws
At marble skin,
He sees only the
Sparkling,
Golden
Ichor of immortality