As he continued to stare over the city that was now shrouded in night, he wondered if he would have taken a different course of action had he truly understood her words that day so long ago. Though he didn’t ponder on that for long, of course he would have followed the same course of action. Though, in the end, he would not have made so many promises.

As he continued to stare over the city that was now shrouded in night, he wondered if he would have taken a different course of action had he truly understood her words that day so long ago. Though he didn’t ponder on that for long, of course he would have followed the same course of action. Though, in the end, he would not have made so many promises.

He listened to the sounds of the city drifting up towards him from the window where he stood. He heard people passing on the street below, laughing and talking, a baby was crying somewhere in the distance, and a young woman was sing in a soft, but clear voice. Closing his eyes it was this last sound that he concentrated on.

At first it was the melody that he paid attention to. The way her voice lifted and went through the notes of the song reminded him of ancient prayers that used to be sung to the gods. It was this realization that caused him to pay closer attention to the lyrics themselves.

When he realized what she was singing about his thin lips turned down at the corners in a frown. What were the odds? It was not the words of a prayer that she was singing; it was a poem, the poem of Pluto and Proserpina, the king and queen of the underworld.

What were the odds? It was as if she was haunting him at every turn.

Didyme.

He continued to listen to the song till it ended and then he pushed away from the window and just stood there, head bowed, hands clasped lightly in front of him, eyes closed. If anyone happened to glance up at the window of the tower from the streets several stories below, it would have been easy to confuse him with a statue, handsome and perfectly carved.