In guise of woman chaos creeps
To harm its foe it rueful seeks.
It goes to warrior womans tribe
Where villain weaves it's subtle lies
"The Wrath of Hera stands on shore
To slay the queen his ninth of chores.
And sovereign, loving people great
Has yielded self to deadly fate.
So arm yourselves ye warrior lass
Before the man from shore has past.
To save your queen from demi-god
Who wields a mighty oaken rod."
Then tribe in haste prepares for war
Through camp the blast of horn has torn.
And women great in count and deed
Do gather force so queen is freed.
So down to beach they march in rank
To face there foe on ocean bank.
And free their queen from heroes grasp
So life is saved from cruelest clasp.
When cresting hill they pair behold
With godling holding belt of gold.
Their squadron sends a volley out
With dreadful fearsome crying shout.
But wards the girdle grants are gone
As arrows scream their killing song.
And strikes the queen like deadly rain
That sends her down to deepest grave.
But hero's save by lion hide
And stands above where queen is lied.
In shock the warriors look at queen
Who arrows killed so quick and clean.
And anger swells in women's hearts
In senseless death they played their part.
But rage a target needs to vent
And heros welcome started spent.
But demi-god remembers vow
He made to warrior queen so proud.
Without a single killing stroke
The ranks of warrior tribe he broke.
And forces yield to godlings wrath
To hear the truth the only path.
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Hercules and his Twelve Labors
Short StoryHercules must perform twelve labors to appease the Greek gods. Written in a fun sing songy style this poem tells the story of the Greek Demi-god Hercules, who is convicted of murder by the gods of Olympus. His patron goddess Hera convinces the other...
