u/Divinejustice777

Muses, come to me, that my pen may echo the voice of Apollo,
and may Hestia incline the heads of the heavenly gods upon me.
For all my days have I spent seeking blessed honor,
and the sacred touch of Athena upon my brow.

Yet Hypnos evades me, night after night
for I know a day is near, though veiled and hidden,
when Thanatos shall stretch forth his hand
and I shall lie forever in the realm of Hades.

And I fear that my kinsmen may one day raise no glass in my honor,
nor my descendants pour libations or speak my name in reverent breath.
That beneath the blessed gaze of Olympus,
my shade shall go unremembered,
and I, forsaken, be cloaked forever in the shadows of Nyx,
for all the unending days of the world.