With girdle hero stood at gate
Bemoaning warriors deadly fate.
Who died a senseless death at hands
Of serfs who hatched a foolish plan.
To king of Tyrne the hero calls
A shout that reaches granite halls.
Where king now sat atop his throne
And heard the hero's voice alone.
"I hold the magic girdle king
To Tyrne you asked this hero bring.
That guards your form from mortal harm
A feet that's grant by magic charms.
That Mars the god of war did make
In hopes he brought a goodly fate.
To daughter loved by king of war
But girdle life from queen has tore.
For men would never seek her death
Except to gain his gift by theft.
So come and claim you magic prize
You bought by death and wicked lies."
And king descends in gleeful spite
To take the gift he views as right
Of sovereign granted heras wrath
As serf to forge his wicked paths.
For first of turns the king does grin
At outcome tyrant views as win.
And Heras Wrath does taste defeat
For first of time when king he meets.
Then king without a glance then ask
From demi-god for next of task.
"A giant lives in foreign land
With three of heads though few of plans.
He keeps a heard of lovely cows
Before him all the locals bow.
For giants cruel and wicked beast
On flesh of men he likes to feast.
I bid the cattle bring on road
To home where king of Tyrne abodes.
And having spoke his peace he turns
To enter gates of city Tyrne.
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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...
