Mythology

There must have been a great fire
Or natural disaster
That destroyed all the temples
The ancient world set up for you.
It could have been the Titans I suppose,
They were known to be your enemy.
What other explanations can there be
For the absence of your monuments?
Perhaps your servants found the highest mountain of all
Building your home like Babel
Until Zeus too succumbed to jealousy
And of course you would have let him continue
In his fit of manly rage,
Imitating the power that you are,
As in all his existence.
Lust is not true love,
Or love at all,
Though it’s often mistaken for such
And maybe that’s why
None but I noticed the absence of your cathedrals.

I must be
A natural disaster
To erase the traces of love from your face.