Hear no prayer

A thousand curses to the serpent

That dwells above the darkened clouds

Had father devoured him too

Some humility might do him good.

Alas!

Thundering, philandering, giving away

A flower to have her wilt in a kingdom

That escapes even the eyes of Hyperion's son.

For this, I'll make this horrid vow

No life shall grow that I'll allow

The earth shall bear no fruit

And I vow that this is truth.

Like a woman with a barren womb

The soil shall be a tomb

No seed shall spurt forth from the ground

Until at last my seedling's safe and sound.

Mortals will cry and wail at mighty Zeus

Offering all the creatures of proud Diana too

But I shall don this midnight cloak and

I shall hear no prayer.

Born Yesterday

I rise before the sun ascends the sky

For my fate is to be quicker than all the rest

But mother doesn't seem to know this yet

I'll have multiple trades and take wings to fly.

Guide to the Dead, Bringer of Dreams

Don't fault me for my whims and schemes

I'll try a thing once for a couple of laughs

For I'm just a babe with little clue

Believe you me,

I was born just yesterday too.

Oh is that a tortoise upon my sight?

How precious is this little thing

Your songs will bring such great delight

Even Hades shall weep at the pull of your string.

With you, I shall steal some cattle from my brother

And I'll have you as a gift of peace to offer

They will write my myth and and they will say:

Prince of Thieves, The Silver-Tongued

Swift-footed One, Slayer of Argus the Many-Eyed.

"What manner of trickery is this?!"

I hear the glorious Apollo rage at last.

"Was it you all along, my little Hermes?"

Mother asked, accusingly.

But how is this true?

I'm just a babe with little clue

Believe you me,

I was born just yesterday too.

"I'll drag your thieving tongue to Zeus himself!"

Unbreakable golden cords wrapped around my wrists

As I was dragged to our father to defend myself

But all he did was laugh at all my lies and ask:

"What is the secret of your trick, my son?"

Guess I'll confess since I've been caught

So I pulled the lyre out from my bed

And started strumming the sheep's gut

In song, I confessed to my mischief

When I was done, Apollo in marvel said:

"That thing is worth at least 50 cows."

He pointed at the lyre from shell and gut.

Oh I'm just a babe with little clue

But believe you me,

I swear Apollo was born yesterday too.

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Posted by virgoOPPP

Born Yesterday

The title suits you to a tee.

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