Hercules and his Twelve Labors

The Revenge of Chaos

And Chaos hated hero deep
For godlings many mighty feats.
Perform while fighting giant kind
Thus saving world from troubled bind.

So Chaos watches man and waits
In hopes to bring him dying fate.
Her plan had started long ago
A cunning trick to bring him woe.

To king of Tyrne does Chaos come
In mortal form that witch had spun.
She found him setting down in dust
His golden girdle full of rust.

For many years had pass for king
When labors man was bid to bring.
And all this time the king had fought
And many troubles Tyrant brought

To house of demi-god in spite
In hopes to claim his throne by right.
But every time the hero turns
Away the wrath of king of Tyrne.

So after many plots he sits
On dusty ground in ashen pit.
In deep despair the king now lays
For death he waits to end his days.

And Chaos came to king and spoke
In hopes that heroes bodies broke
By plans she's made for many years
When childrens graves she wet with tears.

"Arise you wretch and hear me speak
That woes on heroes head we wreak."
The Tyrant turns to see who spoke
And finds the one who nature broke.

"You witch, our plans are long and gone
They're lost to might of hero strong.
No plot has foiled hero well
Now down in Hades let me dwell."

But queen forbid the Tyrants wish
By granting king a magic kiss.
Then Tyrants limbs with strength were filled
And body hurt by time was healed.

So up from dust the king now sprang
His body strong as youth he claimed.
And rush to puddle clear and pure
To look at face that Chaos cured.

"Why waste your magic wicked queen
When only troubles efforts bring.
What wretched ploy has made you sure
To Heras Wrath you've found a cure?"

And Chaos shows a wicked grin
That's only made when planning sins.
A bloody cloak in hand was lied
She took from corpse when Nessus died.