Hercules and his Twelve Labors

The Ninth Labor: The Girdle of Hyppolytta Part I

To warrior women hero went
To gain the belt for which he's sent.
And hero lands on foreign shore
In hopes the belt of queen to score.

But surprise waits to greet on land
For warrior woman heard his plan.
And goes to beach to meet her foe
That's come to ravage tribal home.

So demi-god on land does see
As first of sights the warrior queen.
"I heard that Hera's Wrath did come
The man they're calling Zeuses son.

For cause unknown to warrior queen
With body strong and wits so keen.
Who matches armies alone with might
I'm told is awful fearful sight.

The lives of subjects I hold so dear
And death of serfs this sovereign fears.
So queen has come to settle ought
That some unknowing slight has brought.

In return spare my subjects life
And wreak on people little strife."
The demi-god beholds her grace
Whose courage caused her foe to face.

Not seeking glory great from fight
But helping subjects feeble plight.
"For crime commit in stupor state
A dozen labors hero's fate

And king whose will I'm bid to serve
At least for long as twelve of turns.
For golden girdle hero sent
As ninth of labors king has spent.

I wish this task wasn't ask of man
Whose humble gate before you stands.
But god of mount has bid these task
For magic belt must hero ask."

And queen to hero nods assent
At words the heroes mouth had sent.
"My belt's from Mars my father give
To grant me strength and help me live.

As queen of warrior woman tribe
So long his daughters health abides.
But subjects lives I'm ask to guard
Though task be sad and task be hard.

So belt to godling queen will give
If hero lets her people live."
So deal is reached between the pair
They both consider just and fair.

But Chaos at edge of vision creeps
A force that hardly ever sleeps.