The Acropolis is
burning. (burn, burn, burn it down)
It is night now, and the glow is turning the clouds above red. A nice red, really, glowing hot even from here, and fading into a dull red. The screams had stopped hours ago (all gone now) and now there is nothing but silence.
(burn, burn, burn the scene of the crime)At least, from where Medusa
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