Hercules and his Twelve Labors

The Death of a Man

The poison robe does cling to skin
No matter way the hero rends.
Though hydras venoms very old
Still fast it glues the deadly robe.

His cries are heard along the earth
Across the seas they hear the hurt
That poison brings to hero's form
By yells from lungs of godling tore.

And many days the hero strives
To end the pain in anguished cries.
No comforts found by any means
That hero's many allies bring.

To help him end the dreadful gall
That plaques the form of godling sprawled.
On dirty ground as body writhes
There wrought by kins unknowing lies.

But greatest magics fail to help
None ease the pain the godling felt.
So after many days he speaks
In voice that's broke and very weak.

"I bid you build me giant pyre
That's fit for ancient grecian fire.
That demi-god is losed from pain
And peace from hurt may quickly gain.

By lighting self with fun'ral flame
That's fit for man godlings of fame."
And friends at first refused to slay
The man who down in dust now layed.

But after hearing pleading cries
Of man too strong to gently die
His friends agree to help his cause
Though quest at first had given pause

At thought of killing friend so dear
Their hearts did seize with deepest fear.
But friends now seeing pain that's bore
By demi-god as final chore.

Assent to favor hero seeks
Though dreadful task is hard and bleak.
They gather wood to build the pyre
To help him end his fate so dire.

And after many hours end
They're ready down to grave to send
The mightiest man that earth now roams
Who stop the giants with might alone.

So Hera Wrath does climb the stack
His form by deepest pain is wracked.
And readies self to meet his ends
At hand of very doubtful friends.

Who still would seek another way
But pains to great to long delay.
So swift they light stack of wood
And trust their friend to know what's good.

And Hera seeing heroes plan
Does quickly race to mortals land.
To try and heal the heroes pain
So grave the demi-god won't gain.

But flames have started rising fast
And Heras Wrath the fires clasp
So Queen of gods does gamble fate
To frustrate Chaos deepest hate.

"I bid the friends of Hera Wrath
Avert your gaze from goddess path
Or meet you death when seeing form
Of god so great your bodies torn!"

And all do quickly turn their head
In fear they'll soon be rendered dead.
Except for man who stands in flames
The demi-god of greatest fame.

He sees the form that goddess takes
And mortal flesh of hero's bakes
When seeing Heras truest form
His mortals bodies quickly torn.

And gleaming form now stands on pyre
In form of man though made of fire.
A newer thing where mortals trod
What's half a man was all a god.

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