So hero grants the king his boon
He's force to give or face his doom.
At hands of gods that live on mount
Who gave him tasks with twelve as count.
And all the city came to see
The hero give the king his fee.
That's proves the hero finished task
As Tyrant king of Tyrne had asked.
For which he's gained the highest fame
By granting king his various claims.
And many men from foreign lands
At gate of city breathless stand.
Who've journey far to see this man
That foils all the tyrants plan.
In awe they watch the apples brought
That many heroes bold had sought
But failed to find on all their quest
For gods had hid where apples rest.
With ancient spells and cunning wards
That sacred orchard fastly guards.
So Heras wrath alone has found
The trees where golden fruits abound.
And brought them down to Tyrants throne
From lands where only gods may roam.
There giving king the proof he ask
And ending well imposing task.
So hero ask for final turn
In voice that shakes the king of Tyrne.
The king had thought on final chore
That demi-god on shoulders bore.
And found the task that surely lays
The godling down in nameless grave.
"In deepest hades dwells a beast
On flesh and souls of men it feast.
It's heads are three with gravest dire
Of beast that lives in hells own fire.
A gravest hound of fellest fame
And heroes soul this beast will claim
If first the hero finds a path
To under world for heras wrath
On past the ferry man with boat
That sails on styx that dreadful moat.
And past the ghost that down there dwell
For many men you've sent to hell.
To hall of hades king of death
To tell the god your plan for theft
Of beast that guards the nether realm
Where darkness dwells and over whelms.
Then bring the living beast to Tyrne
For twelfth of task your final turn."
So hero nods and leaves his court
That king does use for princely sport.
By throwing banquet large and grand
As tyrant king at first had planned.
When giving quest to gain the fruit
From trees with ancient godlike roots.
But hoped would fall as hero fell
On quest to land where apples dwell.
So joyous feast does fill with dread
The king who knows he'll soon be dead.
When eating food that's fit for gods
Alone in realm where mortal trod.
The fruit in mouth of king is waste
For dread does have a bitter taste.
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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...
