Prologue
I don thine armour, golden and fair
As thy countenance speaks thy words
Thine eyes doth glow, full of fear
But my friend I have already spoke
My brother thou art, in all but blood
Thy winged words cannot hold me
Thy foolish anger turned thee coward
But shadow of thy thunderous bravery
Thine unbridled wrath, and fallible heart,
Defeat doth follows thy heart ensnared
To war I must go, and play my part
As I don thine armour, golden and fair
As thy greaves are placed upon my limbs
A fire doth runs, in this blood of mine
Thou places thy helmet upon my head
Once crowning thy hair so gold and fine
Upon rough black curls, thy helmet now lays
Upon a man less noble than thee
Why dost thou sink as a man so base?
Thou were Son of the Gods, now unworthy
Your hands doth beg, a silent sound
Though thy touch is engraved upon me
I will move the earth, when I find my ground
My brother in war, do not deter me
Thine eyes doth shine, with tears of old
Thy lips doth tremble in cold despair
A parting the fates could not have foretold
I will go with Nike’s shield and trumpet blares
As swords do clash, and gods doth cry
Shadows fall upon thy glinting helmet
For the Daughter of the Apple we all must die
To Hades clutches we all shall plummet
Yet my feet will lead me to the fields war
A mortal man who must hold his sword high
Beauty doth arises, like spring after thaw
All seems beautiful to a man doomed to die
Alas Legends and heroes must set and rise,
Like Apollo’s Sun chariot, bright and aflame,
In between must come the night’s dark skies
As the hero ascends, the heavens learn his name
I set out conquer, under thine armour and form,
My back hath turned, yet my heart lays bare,
Between and before us, roars a mighty storm
Yet I shall don thine armour, golden and fair
