Oh The West Wind How You Have Sinned


Of my desirous son
And the love that he won
Of his great jubilation
His embrace of creation
Of his jealous rival; so full of spite
So sour from that sickly sweet sight
Of how his actions saddened them all
Creating a flower which pain does recall
-Oh halcyon Muses nine-
For your version I simply haven’t the time
This was Apollo’s last chance at redemption
That something but power might hold his attention
I had such hope that a new path he’d find
That down the same course he no longer would wind
So I shall sing, shall cry and lament
How from my son Hyacinthos was sent

Dr. ZeusBook IICanto X

It is far too common for love to us fail
So often, instead, does discord prevail

So while Pandora was ‘llowed that one bit of luck
Many find sorrow when with Love’s arrow stuck

For when shackled by Cupid; the spirit’s unchained
And thus is open to the greatest of pain

Therefore the furthest Apollo did fall
For before he’d had no pain at all

Hyacinthos alone would capture his heart
None other could ever, even in part

His only concern was for glory and power
For the feelings of others, he’d spare not an hour

He’d seen humans wallow – lament at their lot
But for their concerns he hadn’t a thought

He saw them, he knew! to suffering unblind
But they’d happen the same – they wouldn’t him bind

However this changed when he first spied that child
He for whom joy was still wild

But his heart wasn’t cold, that wasn’t why
He would not in himself allow sorrow to fly

He saw the transience of mortal life
So he’d not let it fill with sadness and strife

One could acknowledge the worst of the world
While still in themselves keeping it furled

But my son had never enjoyed just the moment
So lost in his schemes’ future deployment

So lost in future kudos and glory
He never saw worth in the passage of story

And though he could see future well
My son couldn’t help but fall under his spell

Thusly though knowing how it would end
He could not from his choice bend

For in every moment he now could see beauty
And so descended from heaven, neglecting his duty

Hyacinthos, now, was my son’s only wish
And for him with music he decided to fish

He found him with friends as they did cavort
As they did compete in all kinds of sport

So he approached the youths with his tortoise-shell lyre
And with beauteous playing did desire inspire

Those noble boys who together had played
Were caught by the ear – they games they then stayed

But when Apollo’s song did finally end
Those youths upon him did not descend

They all were too struck – by his song were so moved
Buy Hyacinthos had will and his worth he then proved

For he wished as always for ever more wonder
All the world’s beauty he looked at as plunder

Confident, assured, he god did approach
Which might be called hybris – might cause reproach

But to be the one chased was for what he had hoped
To be caught and caressed, pleasured and groped

And that youth well my son’s passion read
Wanting to tease, then take him to bed

So he left his agemates behind
And with my son a new love defined

For weeks they engaged in this little dance
But another resented that they’d missed their chance

For Zephyr as well had a love for that boy
And once turned to hate, love does destroy

He resolved that if he could not the youth hold
With no god or man would he ever grow old

So as those two lovers together did play
He knew what to do – saw in what way he’d slay

A discus they threw, forth and then back
With no thought of caution – they didn’t skill lack

On whatever sight they settled their aim
There it would land, ever the same

But passion man Zephyr didn’t play fair
And my son’s next throw he changed in the air

From a course set straight he that discus did pluck
And curved it so thus Hyacinthos was struck

But as soon as he finished, was done in his killing
He knew it had not at all been fulfilling

By stomping out love he nothing had gained
Save for perhaps, an image now stained

As for my son he held that boy broken
And for once in his life was very soft-spoken

“My love” he said “how could you leave?
Mortality’s selfish. Left me ‘lone to bereave

“For you alone I could maybe have changed
From my ambition been at long last estranged

“But with you, too my joy has now died
All I have left in my glory and pride”

And Apollo uncaring then shed a few tears
Transforming that boy, ever young in his years

So Hyacinthos the flower was through tragedy born
Upon who’s petals is Apollo’s grief worn

Dr. Zeus – Book I – Canto XXVII

Of another new god
Whom the thief’s do laude
Of his wits and his guile
All done with a smile
Of how he Apollo did cross
But in the end it wasn’t a loss
Of how to Olympos him I did raise
Where the best of the gods spend all of their days
-Oh halcyon Muses nine-
For your version I simply haven’t the time
He is my son so I’ll tell the tale
Of how his crime did him unveil
His nature carefree and testing of bounds
How any restriction he’ll dance all around
Now I’ll get to the point and no longer shall prattle
And sing how he stole all of those cattle

The Son Of Pleiades Who Escorts Men To Hades

All though Apollo was gone a whole week
We never did worry – did never him seek

Our jubilant joy was too great to end
And we knew that he could for himself fend

To this grand celebration all our our kin came
Including all those with unrecognized name

For we made merry for the sake of us all
‘Cause to the giants we gods didn’t fall

And as it does happen we freely did fuck
All were so open, to privacy none snuck

We threw off all shackles – thought nothing taboo
No one was judged for what they did do

For here, for now, freedom was all
For from our station we nearly did fall

So many young gods on that day were conceived
When to Desire at the party we kneed

Aphrodite and Ares did three kids create
For Cupid’s arrow did drive them to mate

Deimos and Phobos the two twins of fear
Harmonia too, who to balance will stear

With Maia that pleiad did I then lay
So too a son we did make on that day

But even joy’s flames have to burn low
So back to our homes each us did go

And Maia was always a bit of a hermit
Solitude, it seemed, she truly did yearn it

Thus when ‘twas time to bear our new son
To her aid no one did come

Even my wife did not her assist
(Although it this case she’d hardly insist)

For simply put – none of us knew!
So there was nothing at all that any could do

So she soon swaddled Hermes our newly born son
Unknowing the transgressor he yet would become

For almost immediate he escaped from his crib
And in all his actions he ever was glib

So without second though he decided to try
To steal the first cattle he ever did spy

But surely with heard he’d be easy to track
But skill with deception he sure didn’t lack

So thus he snuck of to a village nearby
And moved as a shadow – he’s ever so sly

Without being noticed he stole every shoe
And with them no one could guess what he’d do

He fit every one onto every cows foot
So no hoof would print in dirt grass or soot

And thustly he lead them back to his home
Into his cave so they wouldn’t there roam

Two he then slaughtered and ate them right up
And later he planned on the others to sup

But first he left to return to his mother
But along the way he did a tortoise uncover

It was eating some grass, hidden in shade
And a thought struck Hermes on what could be made

He then killed the creature and hollowed it out
As Apollo did at his missing heard shout

So as Hermes was creating the very first lyre
Apollo was lit with deep vengeful fire

But the plan of his brother did work very well
And where they had gone could Apollo not tell

At the village he decided to look
And ask all the people whose shoes Hermes took

But they didn`t know where the cattle did go
Though they searched for the thief both high and low

And though Hermes’ act Apollo true knew
He didn’t then act for ‘twas not what he’d do

Instead he prepared a ritual grand
Which allowed him to see what his brother had planned

For though he knew that Hermes did mock
He needed the rites to that knowledge unlock

So now that he knew what he had already known
He set off to Cyllene to make Hermes atone

But when he arrived Hermes did claim
That it hadn’t been him – ‘gainst the truth he did strain

He said that the flock was already there
That no hoof he led to his lair

His deceptions, this time, they wouldn`t him aid
He pushed too far and a price would be paid

But as Apollo considered what punishment best
He saw Hermes’ lyre where it did rest

“What’s this?” he asked when he did it regard
“A new addition to the tools of the bard?

“Such a contraption I never have seen
It’s clearly just made for its condition’s pristeen

“Perhaps my brother we two can trade
And with this lyre your debt will be paid”

Now Hermes, this offer, he took it at once
It was the easy way out and he wasn’t a dunce

If he and Apollo could part on a good term
For nothing else did he then yearn

Thus Apollo did expand his domain
And over music he tightened his reign

But I, from this, of Hermes took note
How he stole from Apollo yet didn’t get smote

And the fight with the giants one thing had proved
That our needs of commune need be improved

And Hermes, he, my newly born son
Showed a great herald he soon could become

For he was truly the swiftest of all
And boundaries him, they just didn’t stall

So boots staff and cap, I gave for his station
To let him fly faster o’er all of creation

And as he passed by all life below
A thought in my mind started to grow

For while we indeed the humans did rule
They, to us, were merely a tool

There was only one who the humans did steward
He whom I before on Ida had skewered

It was time perhaps to alter our way
And to the humans attention now pay

Dr. Zeus – Book I – Canto XXVI

Of my son’s rise to power
At our most joyous hour
Of his growing desire
For his star to be higher
Of they that he killed
For with arrow’s he’s skilled
Of how now the future he could all of it see
What people would choose; what they would be
-Oh halcyon Muses nine-
For your version I simply haven’t the time
I an eye on my son always keep
With him I can never let Vigilance sleep
For desirous is he of every domain
He will never be sated and wish stay the same
So let me this start and of his beginning now sing
Show how he will disaster us bring

Oh Now You’ll See My Son’s Prophecy

Oh we reveled and gloried as only gods can
But Apollo, he didn’t, for he had a plan

He loves adulation which for his actions he got
But he wished still for more so he set out in a plot

‘Tis true that the young did always him praise
But now too his elders fell into that craze

So sudden, although he had only one deed
All kudos they gave – his ego was freed

He always had felt that he was the best
But now he heard it from all of the rest

It was infection, his blood set alight
He itched ever more – his ambition was blight

Thus he did scheme – weaved webs of fate
To add to his own another god’s trait

For he had enjoyed his ridiculous plot
Providing Cadmus with the future he sought

And there was a serpent of primordial birth
Through which he could this power unearth

This creature, though well to us known
We didn’t engage, we left them alone

For they were detached and did not care to share
They knew what would happen but stayed in their lair

For I see changes when someone does choose
They see the option that each one will use

And this is the knowledge he wished for  his own
So he set out to Delphi, to old Python’s home

He wandered the rocks and the craigs of the mount
He searched for that snake, of wisdom that fount

Then them he found and drew out his bow
Ready to strike that soothsayer low

But ‘fore he was able to dread arrow notch
He saw Python’s eyes and knew they did watch

He was frozen with fear for he thought them asleep
Advantage one can’t ‘gainst clairvoyant foe keep

Python however, did not leap or lunge
They took no such action to intruder expunge

All that they did was lazily move
Up to Apollo – did with sigh disapprove

“I know why you’re here” they said with a hiss
“And I know that your arrows are not going to miss

“I know that my life you’ll now put to an end
Despite that, fiercely, my home I’ll defend

“I know that you think that you’ll my knowledge now use
But it’ll be useless, you can’t it abuse

“You won’t find a branch for time doesn’t flow
What people will do is all that you’ll know

“So too shall you do nothing to change
Any ill fortune – though it seem strange

“This knowledge does taunt; does sadistically tease
I can no one conceive whom’d prescience please

“But still I’ll defend my home and my life
I’m no sacrifice to lay down for your knife”

Only then at Apollo Python did bite
But he acted on instinct and on swift foot took flight

In the middle of stride he let a wild shot loose
But it still hit its mark for he’s best with its use

From Python’s eye the feathered flight stuck
And at all things around madly they struck

So swiftly debris Apollo did doge
As the second shot arrow did the other eye lodge

But as soon as they lost all of their sight
Python calmed down wih no will to fight

They then curled up as though for a rest
But Apollo did think this some sort of test

Thus with caution did he approach
But then Python my son did reproach

And as they declared all that would be
Apollo did grin with unsettling glee

“My body will rot but will my spirit remain
Given new life by torrential flood rain

“But you my disgusting arrogant prick
You will never resist any damned trick

“Oh sure they will laude your each every deed
Praise your perfection, ignore all your greed

“You will ‘gain all the power you ever shall seek
While all the while you make your kin weak

“For though with the water my spirit will rise
Your actions with fire all should despise

“But you – oh you! – will still look the best
But you will loose all of the rest

“Your spirit will rot right down to the core
What you’ll become you now would abhor”

“For you and I are the other’s antithesis
Have opposite action – opposite stimulus

Apollo was finished put a shaft in their head
And thus gained their gift when he left them for dead

But Python can’t see into one’s heart|
And wrongly assumed it would tear him apart

Even if never he could his own future alter
Fate he’d see no reason to halt her

For simply expanding his power’s purview
Would grant him prestige though of honour in lieu

And for those hurt, he often not cared
For his empathy was ever and always impaired

Thus all of those deeds they thought he’d revile
Instead just caused him to cackle and smile