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...
The poison robe does cling to skin No matter way the hero rends. Though hydras venoms very old Still fast it glues the deadly robe.
His cries are heard along the earth Across the seas they hear the hurt That poison brings to hero's form By yells from lungs of godling tore.
And many days the hero strives To end the pain in anguished cries. No comforts found by any means That hero's many allies bring.
To help him end the dreadful gall That plaques the form of godling sprawled. On dirty ground as body writhes There wrought by kins unknowing lies.
But greatest magics fail to help None ease the pain the godling felt. So after many days he speaks In voice that's broke and very weak.
"I bid you build me giant pyre That's fit for ancient grecian fire. That demi-god is losed from pain And peace from hurt may quickly gain.
By lighting self with fun'ral flame That's fit for man godlings of fame." And friends at first refused to slay The man who down in dust now layed.
But after hearing pleading cries Of man too strong to gently die His friends agree to help his cause Though quest at first had given pause
At thought of killing friend so dear Their hearts did seize with deepest fear. But friends now seeing pain that's bore By demi-god as final chore.
Assent to favor hero seeks Though dreadful task is hard and bleak. They gather wood to build the pyre To help him end his fate so dire.
And after many hours end They're ready down to grave to send The mightiest man that earth now roams Who stop the giants with might alone.
So Hera Wrath does climb the stack His form by deepest pain is wracked. And readies self to meet his ends At hand of very doubtful friends.
Who still would seek another way But pains to great to long delay. So swift they light stack of wood And trust their friend to know what's good.
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And Hera seeing heroes plan Does quickly race to mortals land. To try and heal the heroes pain So grave the demi-god won't gain.
But flames have started rising fast And Heras Wrath the fires clasp So Queen of gods does gamble fate To frustrate Chaos deepest hate.
"I bid the friends of Hera Wrath Avert your gaze from goddess path Or meet you death when seeing form Of god so great your bodies torn!"
And all do quickly turn their head In fear they'll soon be rendered dead. Except for man who stands in flames The demi-god of greatest fame.
He sees the form that goddess takes And mortal flesh of hero's bakes When seeing Heras truest form His mortals bodies quickly torn.
And gleaming form now stands on pyre In form of man though made of fire. A newer thing where mortals trod What's half a man was all a god.
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