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// Ode 
// Story: Self-Fulfilling Prophecy 
// by daOtterGuy 
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[As recorded by Order of the Sun Knight Sir Quill Point at the Temple of Oracles]



An ode to the great Sun, Apollo.


Radiant be his gifts of music and art.


A teller of tales, a generous guide to inspiration.


He watches over us.


The crow in the tree, one eye upon us, the other toward the future.



Blessed visions to thee! A prophetic gift.


He grants us foresight to better bear the weight of the future.


To prepare for what is to come.


Truly a great Sun.



But whispers from fools come from shadowed corners.


They speak of his lesser aspects.


Of medicine. Of plague.


They question his visions on whether they be gifts or curses.


That their purpose is not of guidance, but madness.


Deep, obsessive, self-destructive madness.



Perish the thought listeners, spurn these tall-tales!



Apollo is the Sun!


Apollo is Great!


Apollo can do no Wrong!


Apollo— Apollo — A—



[Transcript of Ode is cut off. Oracle of Delphi reported to have choked on his own blood before he was able to finish. Followers of Artemis were blamed as an act of sabotage toward Apollo. The Temple of Artemis was later raided and destroyed within the same day. A temple of Apollo was built in its place.]



[Transcribed by Archivist of the Black Sun Lune Dancer]