And father far away does spy
His son who's brought unknowing lies.
In box his mother sent in hand
Not knowing Chaos wicked plan.
The godling rises quick to meet
His son whose gate is deft and fleet.
For great he longs for family dear
And's glad to see one drawing near.
"My child what chore does warrant haste
That causes son to quickly race.
Has danger come to Lydian land
By wretched villains scheming plan.
Or sickness down on house has fell
Where hero's love now current dwells."
Then Aeson godlings greatest pride
Does show the box that's full of lies.
Your wife my mother sent me swift
To bring the godling greatest gift.
A cloak she wove for father dear
So far away you'll feel her near."
And Heras Wrath beholds the garb
That brings to heart no great alarm.
For hero trusted family well
Who deep in stony halls do dwell.
So robe the hero draws from cask
To wear the garment heroes task.
And godling quickly puts on robe
That son had brought from stone abode.
The blood of centaur still yet churns
With Hydras poison his skin does burn.
And mighty shout through earth is heard
When hearing cry is Chaos spurred.
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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...
