Out of Reach (Revised)

Jupiter thought

fondly of him,

his son, this hero.

 

 

Invited to the

mountain for food

and drink.

 

Broke trust,

stole from

those who had

given him everything

and bragged to

his cohorts of

what the most

high had whispered

in his ear.

 

 

“He will grow

to repent, and see

error in his ways.”

 

Never did he

repent. Bolder did

his actions become

more supreme

his blasphemies.

 

Brought grizzly death

to his own

son, to test

the mettle of

the Olympians,

acts that

were met with

damnation.

 

To always

reach for

the water,

the fruit

 

but always

just

out of reach.

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