Building The World XVIII

Of a problem of time
With humans divine
Of two who’d be lost
And pay a great cost
Of a moment’s connection,
Impermanent perfection
Of how both their futures they already knew
But about it, there was nothing to do
-Oh Halcyon Muses nine-
For your version I simply haven’t the time
This is a tale you never do tell
The moral of which humans know well
I wonder why you do them deny
The fact that they know they always will die
So shall I sing, shall I sing it to all
How in the face of their fate those two didn’t pall

Her And My Son They Did Both Come Undone

While the wedding had left me all on my own
Alceides had gone to the oracle`s home

The sibyl at Delphi he was hoping would tell
Weather his efforts at all would end well

For the flood of that knowledge was starting to fade
He no longer was sure of the changes he made

He knew that he’d split and half ‘come a god
His past indiscretions all the more flawed

He was the part for Tartaros low
He’d ‘pon himself no glory bestow

All that he did, for good and for ill
All it would go to Herakles still

The sureness he had back there in Troy
Time and distance did slowly destroy

But he still tried his best to always good
Though the truth and the reason ’twas not understood

But before he went up someone came down
Pensive, perturbed, wearing a frown

At the mountain’s base she did suddenly stop
And upon a flat rock she did herself drop

And while Alceides was about to walk by
He remembered his promise and to help he did try

But when he asked her what had been wrong
With his questions she did not play along

“You simply” she said “can not understand
It’s something for which can ever be planned

“So please leave me be, just go away
All by myself I wish now to stay”

Thus from her then he did turn
But as of late he did sympathy learn

With her he did then try to connect
His story of woe he did then inject

He said “it’s true, I know not what`s happened to you
But I do know that feeling when there’s nothing to do

“I was created to help, to save all the gods
Well, it isn’t quite that, it’s somewhat more odd

“For their saviour, from me, at some point shall hatch
But there’s one little issue, one little catch

“All me he’ll, all that I’ve done
All that I’ve lost, all that I’ve won

“Clio will change, for him she does long
“Herakles” they sing, of Alceides no song

“About all this, I need to know more
Need to know what he’ll change from before

“So now I will learn if I did it at all
Or simple did the future forstall”

But she didn’t respond, continued to brood
He left her there then, her wish understood

He went to the path, left her alone
While she did a despondently moan

For her future now she could not comprehend
How after this it all she had come to end

Spent, drained, unable to cry
She lacked even the will to now wonder why

But after a while did Aceides come back
Emotions at all his face did then lack

Her he’d not spare even a glance
He walked right past, as though in a trance

Before he was gone the silence she broke
When to him she languidly spoke

“I see she too let your heart sink
Our story’s the same, or so I do think

“All I wished was to lead a good life
To have a good husband, be a good wife

“But something did stop would not let it be
I had been chained, I no longer was free

“Medea I am – to Hekate loyal
But it seems my life that goddess will spoil

“She may be evil but I’m sure that I’m good
So my own acts were not understood

“For many bad things in my past I have done
Yes it is true, I am that one

“But they’re in a haze, each distant event
From others I learned how they all went

“Over these actions I had no control
And on those around they took a great toll

“So, at last, I asked for some help
Fate was the sea, I was the kelp

“But what the sibyl had said I couldn’t believe
I thought that my senses did me deceive

“She said to the gods I now am a saint
But soon will I carry Hekate’s taint

“For all of those horrors, those terrible deeds
Far in her future she’d in me lay the seeds

“All of those things that will make them aghast
Were in the gods’ future – in my own past

“For when I am tainted I will join in their time
So it seems I’ve yet done any crime”

At her Aleides did turn and then stare
Clearly they did the same burden bare

So he wouldn’t retreat, would not run and hide
He went then to her and sat down beside

“My news” he said “is nearly the same
I’ve lost all the hope with which here I came

“I’d thought Herakles would history deform
But instead, he will all it inform

“All that I’ve done in no way will stay
He’ll erase me whole life, rewrite every day

“And since us two are one and the same
The thoughts of the gods, he also will maim

“For humans and gods, my past he’ll erase
Of me, there will not be a trace

“We are two sides of the very same door
I will be gone and you’ll be before”

“I guess” she said “all we can do
Is follow what now we know to be true

“For ourselves we must live our each day
For we are doomed in no way to stay”

At that moment through a threshold they passed
For a new god had come, and the die had been cast

Building The World XVII

Of punishment just
For my perversion and lust
Of overreaction
And how I took action
Of how he did others bend to his will
By showing his skill was far greater still
Of how Aphrodite made it all right
Showing my weakness despite all my might
-Oh Halcyon Muses nine-
For your version I simply haven’t the time
This is one where you’ve been gentle to me
(Though I don’t understand how it ever could be)|
For this was the last, all it would take
For my rule, that binding, finally to break
So I shall sing of what I did do
How from Olympos Hephaestus I threw

The Start Of It All Was My Dear Nephew’s Fall

Hera, my wife, was starting to hate
How I did live – with others did mate

Before she accepted my each indiscretion
To save us from Earth, she’d made that concession

But up until now I’d still shown that I care
Though I philandered, home was still there

But what I now did she would never accept
Her image of me it did deeply affect

For once I’d shown my violence to her
It stuck in her mind as a deep mental burr

It scratched, it itched, did her irritate
Bringing back deeds both past and of late

All of my children to her came to mind
A thought, a plan, through this she did find

Powerful progeny I’d had on my own
I didn’t her need, had left her alone

So she decided, to me, she would do the same
And have a new child to solely her name

So without any man she created new life
Only to cause our marriage some strife

I was enraged – though not at all fair –
And thought what to do when her son she did bear

I thought of the cause that made her insult
An eternal reminder would be her result

I hung her in chains at Olympos’s top
Threatening her with another great drop

There she hung as her child did grow
Hephaestus his name, so he said so

For his mother, disgraced, couldn’t him name
And to us, to other’s, he never then came

A child – he played with every machine
Better with them than any had seen

A young man – he had his own forge
Metallurgical knowledge he’d readily gorge

All grown – he us gods amazed
We couldn’t believe onto what we had gazed

A trio of tripods for himself he did make
Of stone, metal, and the clay he did bake

They moved on their own, walked ‘round his shop
Carried things on their smooth flattened top

As well as their legs they had three pairs of hands
Each at the end of six coiled bands

They helped him there helped with his work
Whilst on his face was a satisfied smirk

I didn’t know then why this he wore
How his mother he still did adore

Despite that her he never had known
Never had been there while he had grown

Too he knew why he was made
But further he knew the price she had paid

As well that he, alone only he
He knew only he could his dear mother free

For while, absolute, of them was my rule
He was better with each craftsmen’s tool

As this was well know he did not try to hide
When to act he did finally decide

So casual, calm, completely blasé
He walked up to Hera and freed her one day

All us were shocked by what he had done
By the loyalty shown by Hera’s sole son

But this show did not placate my wrath
Into which he’d stepped firmly in path

“So” I bellowed “you think it enough?
You think me extreme and frankly too tough?

“As it was you who these actions did take
I believe I shall give Hera a break

“Instead of her I shall do unto you
That which I told her I later might do”

I grabbed him with ease, picked him right up
With my hand his face I did cup

But he didn’t resist, in no way did fight
Didn’t attempt to test my limits and might

And so I strolled to the horror of all
To the tallest peak from which he would fall

Down and down, he did tumble below
Far from our mountain him I did throw

On Lemnos, that island, he finally did land
But no longer, he found, he was able to stand

Though ‘twasn’t the women Aphrodite had cursed
But a nereid instead who there found him first

And for him Thetis did what she could
Though not Apollo her healings quite good

Thanks to her he would eventually hobble
But never he’d stand without a slight wobble

But even when he could walk on his own
For his actions he’d no wish to atone

Though for forgiveness he could now come and beg
He refused as I crippled his leg

But on Olympos machinations unfurled
In his forge machines bobbed and whirled

For his tripods he’s left some instructions
To ensure my station’s destruction

In secret they made wondrous gifts
And his stature they’d readily life

Once they did all them complete
Each who’d receive the tripods did greet

To Aphrodite they presented a girdle of gold
The most beautiful that would any behold

To each of my brothers, a gift of their station
To show which part they ruled of creation

Poseidon received a trident resplendent
To show that he was Ocean’s attendant

For Dis, as proof he ruled all the dead
He’d be unseen with this helm on his head

As well to my wife, his so beloved mother
But the nature of it she’d share with no other

Once the tripods had made all their rounds
They stopped, stood lifeless, no more made sounds

And suddenly ‘gainst me all my kin turned
For more gifts of his they selfishly yearned

They demanded that I go, beg him come back
Foresight and judgement they claimed I did lack

It was clear this issue they’d certainly force
Leaving me simply with no other choice

But when I went down, did plead his return
This offer he did immediately spurn

Again and again him I did ask
Even offered to do any task

But ‘twas clear to me, clear from the start
That in any discussion he wouldn’t take part

So defeated I went back to my home
My heart sat heavy, as though it were stone

For though Prometheus had tricked me before
This task was simple, it stung all the more

For once I feared for my power my seat
Though me and Athene could still them defeat

For if it was rule for which Hephaestus had yearned
He maybe could win if ‘gainst me all of them turned

But when I returned to Olympos above
I remembered there was no power greater than love

For despondent I had taken a longer way back
Allowed my sister to find the right track

For I returned at the end of a wedding
Between the master of craft and the mistress of bedding

For my promised success she had no sort of trust
And though instead he’d give into lust

For each gift was an insult to me
Clearly ‘twas why each of them be

Aphrodite’s though stood well apart
Her gift seemed true of the heart

So down to that island she’d gone once again
To that island lacking in men

Dressed in the girdle to Hephaestus she went
To see if it’s meaning was what she’d thought it’d meant

“Of crafty craftsman” she said ‘pon her approach
“Clearly your skills are beyond all reproach

“This girdle’s the best that I ever will see
But I wonder why you would make it for me”

With a coquettish grin and an eyebrow raised
Clearly she teased while Hephaestus she praised

But Hephaestus was smart and knew well her game
He wished to play too, though not quite the same

“I’m sure” he said “you already know
What ever some think, your mind isn’t slow

“You rule, after all, all love itself
You surely receive many presents of wealth

“You must know what it was for
Do you question all who adore?”

He turned to her, returned a sweet smile
Neither said anything for quite a long while

“Well,” she said “you wonders produce
But too did you stand up to Zeus

“What can I say? they’re an object of lust
All whom themselves wholly do trust

“And I do have ideas, for more than one
Of what you could make with which we’d have fun

“I know that you know I’m both love and lust
If you wish more than pleasure, you can not me trust”

At the ropes of the girdle which he did craft
He grabbed and pulled as she giggled and laughed

He pulled her in close, so close to him
Both breathing heavy, both full of vim

He said “no need to worry for while I wish you my wife
“I already know how you’d live your own life

“And I’m a craftsman thus get no greater joy
Than seeing an item or person their purpose employ”

Smiling and flushed they did deeply then kiss
Cupid’s arrow, it never does miss

Building The World XVI

Of the city of Troy
That they did almost destroy
Of an unjust fear
For when he drew near
Of the uncovered truth
Cruel fate`s own proof
Of how he tried to only be good
For the person he was would be misunderstood
-Oh Halcyon Muses nine-
For your version I simply haven’t the time
You tales now are so far from my own
And I wish to sing on the seed I have sown
Alceides’s the best, though he doesn’t last long
For he’s not made immortal by any great song
So I shall sing of when did an army he lead
And when his friend for his own life then plead

It Did Not My Son Please To Know Herakles

While I Calisto’s life ruined by what I her gave
Alceides’ would end when he would all us save

But this knowledge, this secret, this terrible fact
He didn’t learn till he was done with his pact

Only once finished with Eurystheus’ commands
Did he learn of cruel Fate’s demandes

‘Twas when he sailed with heroes, each one a friend
Off to Ilium, to their liberty end

For the king before had broken a vow
And this Alceides wouldn’t allow

So there they sailed, their ships were eighteen
To the greatest city they ever had seen seen

They camped on the beach where there they did land
There upon that hot golden sand

But my son couldn’t wait, he wished to set out
Of their success there was no sort of doubt

So he decided which troops with him he’d take
Only the strongest so the wall they could break

But one he would need to protect the way home
For for years they did not wish to roam

He left all the ships in Oicles’ care
But this task, for him, proved too much to bear

Laomedon appeared with the whole Trojan army
And despite his line Oicles couldn’t act smarmy

For such a force, well, none could deny
‘Twas a great power – they did not have to try

They slew him with ease, son of Ares own son
But those of Ilium they hadn’t then won

For Alceides drawn by the sound of the battle
Drove his troops as though they were cattle

Great heroes all, who had for the others respect
But from the lead of my son there’d be no defect

All of them knew that this was his mission
Unlike me, none would fight his position

They drove off the Trojans – so quick made them run
But ‘cross the sea they’d not come for such fun

So back to the wall of that city they went
They put it to siege, would not yet relent

At the walls they beat in the hopes it’d crack
And their strength in the end did not in this lack

A gaping hole they did at long last produce
The great one, Telamon, was the first to make use

But when my son Alceides did after him follow
His friend, it seemed in fear did then wallow

But ‘twas not worry for the warriors inside
But rather was for Alceides great pride

As though in a trance he did plead for his life
“I know” he said “how to end our ill strife

“A shrine I shall build to the most noble victor
To Herakles, you, great destruction’s inflictor

“It shall be readily known that you stand above all
My swift entry need not to you gall”

Confused my son stood, for though he was mad
Telamon’s timor had no cause to be had

For despite the clear facts he did act as in danger
But as odd as that was there was something much stranger

Who Herakles was, my son didn’t know
His friend thought it him – it was clear from his show

So with fervor he worked – that Telamon did
Until he was done with what of him was bid

“There” he said as he turned to my son
“All will know it is you who has won”

Power, immediate, from the altar did flow
And happened it did to Alceides then show

He was an egg, but a weak mortal shell
The fate of his future at once he could tell

Soon he would break – free Olympos’s savior
Nothing he did was for his own favour

When Sense to his friend did finally return
He knew what he’d seen was what the future would learn

He would not be remembered for standing like brothers
But rather insisting to stand upon others

By his friend Alceides was simply annoyed
But Herakles, him, he would have destroyed

How ferocious the life of Olympian fire
Herakles rise would make Alceides a liar

So when Telamon returned, dazed and confused
He didn’t say how by Fate he’d been used

So now my son did just as he must
Knowing that Fate he just had to trust

He only would do what he felt to be right
Some stories would keep, they had to, they might

So when they stormed throughout that beautiful city
Wherever he could he tried to show pity

Laomedon, the king, he knew he need kill
But the others insisted he continue on still

So one by one he found each royal son
And each he killed till they let him be done

Podaras the youngest was all that was left
But Troy of heirs he’d not make bereft

So with the woman the son he decided to slave
At least that way he could one of them save

And tempered by hydra and what he had learned
Forethought and wisdom he no longer now spurned

For Podaras’s freedom he too had a plan
As he was not yet a god but simply a man

He gave to soften what Herakles’d done
A princess, Hesione, to great Telamon

Hesione he told her she could one captive take
He knew who she’d choose, he’d made no mistake

She asked for her brother, the one who’d be king
The one on whom Homer would sing

But he could not for naught him to her give
Still he knew how free he could live

For while Podaras a slave he first had to make
Any payment Alceides would take

Hesione this insistence willingly bade
And so a veil for her brother to him she then paid

At once she did free him and gave a new name
Priam for where he freedom then came

And happy with all that he had then done
Alceides et al, sailed for from where they had come

But as away they went from the sacks aftermath
They felt my wife’s most dreaded wrath

For Ilium, that polis, was favoured by her
Thus their actions did her anger incur

And although our threat she did already know
No worry for it she seemed then to show

For Alceides was still a part of that fleet
And I just couldn’t risk my grand plan’s defeat

So her I then stopped for I am master of storm
And from Olympos I threw, I didn’t her warn

And though she was strong, and would surely be fine
It further did seed my justice divine