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Olympia's Truths
Bow before the good King Aeolus,
Their strains a beautious silent sting
To Zeus, the mostly honored King.
Eos and Hespera grace the inconstant sky;
Pan is busy kindling what may become a lie.
Nike and Nemesis continually debate the cause
Of battle, both redeeming points and flaws.
Hercules just finished his bout with Erymanthian boar,
Just another tidbit to be added to his lore.
Morpheus and Hypnos collaborate on every night,
While Artemis and Apollo change the daily light.
Poseidon helps Persephone in the building of the Spring;
Hades sings to Mors about a million dying things.
Hygeia and Hebe merely mock the Kings of Death,
Vitality and Vibrancy pouring through every breath.
Ares speaks to Hephaestus about ammunition,
All while Erinyes departs on a new mission.
Eros lectures Aphrodite about the human race,
While Hermes speaks to Hera at a quickening pace.
Aether lends his light to Iris, who is always stunning,
Eris sits alone often, perfecting her cunning.
Kastor and Polydeukes croon a tune with Dionysos
And Hestia tidies up, containing her disgusts.
Demeter comes bearing fruits which Athena examines,
Later on shes heard to declare she'll use them to feed famines.
Hecate busies herself with travels between plains,
Never noticing herself when the clouds offer rains.
Thus Olympia is packed, all Gods and Goddess together,
Creating both the Fauna, the Flora and the heather.
All the Humans, Muses, Fates, Sirens and Graces
Bow before their favorite Gods, love upon their faces.
