Today's OneWord: Worshipped

I loved you. I worshipped you. I treated you like a god. But you were mortal, just like I was. You may have worn the raiment of royal deities - the golds and purples, ribbons and beads, silver circlet atop your sunrise head. But you couldn't make the sun move, and you couldn't take sacrifices at the altar without getting your hands severely burned.

I adored you, and yet you turned from me. And I was deemed a heretic for idolizing someone without the blood of Zeus or Ra.