Hercules 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...
And Geryon rose in armored garb To guard the cattle kept in yard. He owned in valley green and wide Where giants keep and slaves he hides.
His armor smelt for all his heads That number three and must be fed On flesh of men to keep his health To guard his keep and all his wealth.
So down from tower creature crawls To answer dog who sent his call. That warned aloud with dying breath In hopes to cause his slayers death.
With spear he walks to face his foe A shield in hand as down he goes. His height is double normal mans When full and upright giant stands.
And silence fills the valley grim As setting sun their figures dim. His heads in tandem bellow cry That calls for demi-god to die.
"Who dares to tread my cattle yard That giant Geryon jealous guards. Regarding foe as feeble threat Who ask for life as ranchers debt.
So give your life to giants hand In valley green where hero stands. Or die becoming Geryons feast Who'll cook your flesh as though your beast."
And hero laughs with thund'rous voice That leaves no doubt to godlings choice Their arms they ready, hearts they still In hopes that death to foe they'll deal.
Then man and giant leap to clash With fury great and very brash. The hero swings his oaken rod His gift from elder forest god.
And giant thrust with sharpen spear To strike his heart with deepest fear. So blow for blow the pair do fight. On through the day and all the night.
At break of dawn the giant falls Like all who answer Somnus call. The hero readies final blow To lay the deadly giant low.
And smites his head repeating hit To send the monster down to pit.
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Then hero frees the giants slaves To each he gold and rations gave.
He gained from monsters tower keep Where beast was known to often sleep. Then sent them all about their way To world were future trials lay.
And freeing slaves then gathers cows From cattle yard where creatures grouse. To ship he takes the lowing beast To king of Tyrne perhaps for feast.
But Mars did cast a magic chant In hope to hero troubles grant And sends a swarm of stinging flies That scatters cattle far and wide.
Across the isle and far from home The cows now wand'ring all alone. Away from hand that cattle caught A curse that god of war had brought.
