Hercules and his Twelve Labors

The Council of Zeno

So hero sets and thinks for long
And seeks to answer question strong.
Avoiding death by huntress grim
In light of moon so pale and dim.

But questions vexes hero's mind
He's gave to gain the magic hind.
A day does come and go now twice
And soon must hero throw the dice.

To answer chance his mortal fold
At tip of arrow gleaming gold.
That hunting goddess oaken bow
Will shoot to make the hero go

To hades down where death abides
And all for sake of wounded pride.
And Athene goddess wise does see
The hero full of wisdoms need.

"I'll send him Zeno of Elea to help
The wisest man on earth now dwelt.
He'll help the hero task resolve
With cunning mind he'll riddle solve."

So goddess sends a dreadful wind
From life the teachers quickly rend.
And taken down to demi-god
On road to Tyrne where hero trods.

"What eerie force has taken man
From all his kin in foreign land
And brought him down to road of Tyrne
And left the teacher down at turn?"

And demi-god the teacher saw
With look for wisdom great does call.
"What troubles mind of hero friend
Who sets on ground at pathways bend."

And hero looks at teachers face
That's filled with kind and knowing grace.
"A riddle vexes hero's soul
To answer give his only goal."

And Zeno ask the hero grant
The teacher question vexing man
So hero opens mouth to speak
And gives reply with voice that's meek.

"Not thick as string nor wide as pin
On top must balance all of men
My values none but squares to much
And all who live are in my clutch."

"A moment" Zeno quickly said
His voice was calm and face was dead.
"A moments breadth the answer clear
When goddess riddle teacher hears."

The hero pauses before the man
The sum of goddess cunning plan.
And wonders if answers justly made
With life of hero stakes are paid.

"In balance hero's life does hang
I ask you teachers reply explain.
So demi-god may know for sure
That Zeno offers proper cure

For problem demi-god does face
Explain the solve with patient grace."
And Zeno nods demeanor firm
To help the hero knowledge earn.

"A moment has no length or breadth
Nor any lofty heights or depths
But all of men in moment live
On top of spear their lives are give

The second part is harder still
But hero's need let teacher fill.
Because your sly like cunning fox
I'll teach you Zeno's para dox.

A millet grains unheard when drop
But many millets make a plop.
So men can know the grain does sound
When drop from hand unto the ground.

For zero times by any thing 
Will answer zero always bring.
So lonesome millet sounds when drop
Or many millets would not plop.

But moments measure up to nill
Yet moments make an epoch still.
When add to brothers side by side
Don't moments make all spans of time.

No value single moments make
Together all of time creates.
The moments nature's described as such
Their values none but squares to much.

And all of men in moment live
The present hours all he's give."
And hero saw his wisdom great 
That helped him dodge a grizley fate.

And wind then came and Zeno went
In land away from pathways bent.