Wasn’t this only supposed to take me a few days?

Orange

I will travel to the land of the giants
The wind beckons like a curling finger
The trees rustle warning signs of “Tssssk, tssssk”
As the sun arcs higher in the sky.

In the mountains lay the Gods
Bare and bold upon their pedestals
Immortal flesh tempting human morals
The melding of bodies never seemed so alluring
I am only human.

I bare my hands to the goddess of fate
She tells me, “Understand the significance of fire.”
And with her words whispered gently in my ear
I feel fire.
I feel hatred.
I feel desire.
I feel pain.