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...
Across the dreadful creek they sped On journey down to land of dead With spectral mates as ghostly fare They sped through Hades cavern lair.
Through dreamlike cloak the godling peaks At baleful scenes his mind does wreak. Of dimmest caves and dreadful beast That wait for mortal flesh to feast.
Informal guards of path to hell So men don't go where dead do dwell. With bat like wings the creatures flap Awaiting one to fall for trap.
The furies, daughters Caelus bore From foam of sea their forms are tore. But still they sail to reach the gate That leads to realm of final fate.
For all must pass its blacken bars To go to fortune good or hard. And after long the shore they reach Where magmas cooled to make the beach.
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And off the ship the fare embark To go ashore the beach thats dark. A sable dock that's rough on foot And covered thin with ashen soot.
To gate did press the writhing host A crowd that's mostly made of ghost. Except for god and demi-god That deathly realm disguised now trods.
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And near the gate the beast he sought That king had ordered quickly brought. To Tyrne as final chore from mount The gods had give with twelve as count.
"There lies the beast you seek to take That guards the path to hades gate But still your hand for moment brief Or suffer greatest doom and grief
For first the grant of depths we seek To ask that favors granted meek. For Hades often grants request If given well in hopes for best.
A level headed god that king Who'll grant your boon if peace you bring. So bide your time to Hades ask He'll surely grant your fated task."
So demi-god remains in cloak Of dreamlike veil that's bilious smoke. And up to gate they briskly walk To six and ten of judges talk.
Who set on court assigning men What realm they'll roam by judging sins. To depths, or field, or isle of blessed They'll send you down to final rest.
"I bid you open gate my friends That Somnus come to keep again Where souls in slumber god does rule Perhaps he's just perhaps he's cruel.
But still the realm of sleep he claims A prince of otherworldly fame. So open gate and let me pass That deep in realm I stand at last."
So judges nod and open gate That hero bold may face his fate.
