Encountering a modern Greek god

Last spring, I came across a guy who was sculpted out of the same marble stones that were used to sculpt the Greek gods back in the 5th century.He didn't have the aura of an idle, wine-loving, lavish god. Instead, he had a slender, modern structure with a depressed face. What actually related him to the sculpture of a Greek god was his cold-toned skin, sky-high ego and an ancient stone heart.

I called him "Labyrinth", as he always chased me in the maze of my messed up emotions with his never expiring, sculpted youth. To avoid the crisis, I tactfully locked him away in the dewy orbs of memories, at the deepest recess of my mind and kept those unattended. However, every now and then, those caught my attention like spotlights.

Back in the 5th century, I wonder if the faithful hearts would stop short and cease to pace in front of the enormous sculpted gods, the way I felt an overwhelmed exhilaration every time I neared him. It was the same way anyone would feel if they tried to hold a conversation with a streetlight, standing in front of its pole. A one-sided conversation with pure submission.

Some Greek gods were musical as far as I know. He was no different. He sang sweetly while the shattering sound of heartbreaks resonated as a background melody. He had an innate ability to be selfish like the nature of any other typical Greek god. A worthy descendant who hardly cared before throwing away any sweetness intended to be offered.

Fools and devotees worshipping Greek gods understood ages ago that it was impossible to keep pace with their idols. Unlike the Greek gods, they had reasons to focus on, rather than emotions. So, they slowly wiped their existence. However, as a sensible mere mortal, I decided to step down from the Parthenon and went pagan instead.