W H A T  D O  W E  K N O W  O F  T H E  S U N ?;  a fanmix for a southern gothic greek mythology au

it’s only the railroad track that reminds this town that they aren’t alone in this world, but i don’t think it would make much of a difference. the tracks split this town, right down main street, but there’s a bridge that runs overhead of the tracks, so i guess that makes up for it. there’s a smell here that i never knew before, the kind that sticks to your skin and blackens your lungs, it’s something of gunpowder, dirt, and dust, but it’s the blood you’ll remember. i first knew it when i walked out of the diner at the corner of athens and thebes. there’s a hole right in the bricks by the doorway. i heard that’s where zeus right missed his daddy’s head with his pistol, and as the story goes, he doesn’t miss twice, and from the quiet of that man’s eyes, i’ll believe it to my grave. the building next to the diner is where icarus fell, though everyone but his own kin says it was a jump, no one was surprised, that boy has been burning long before i knew him. town ends with the woods, hades’s property, but most avoid it because the trees are the same color as gravestones, vines and all. In fact, the only time people go in there is to see hecate, mostly it’s teary eyed women praying for all sorts of things, sometimes it’s for their husband’s love, sometimes for a life to be brought back to ‘em, only demeter went along that way for something new. we all know what happens down that way by the smoke that gathers above the trees and the upturned graves, but it’s best to just say nothing at all, just like everything ‘round here. people here don’t care about the rest of the world, and, hell, i don’t blame ‘em when it’s their own blood they need to worry about.  [listen]