Today I will share with you a poem of my own composition, which I wrote just today. I was a bit nervous about it, but it ultimately worked out, though it’s not really a masterpiece.
O Hephaistos, who is Greatly-Renowned,
Who by his own hand and work was crowned,
Thou who overcamest adversities great,
Thou who walkest with crooked gait,
Who conquered and claimed and was victorious,
Reclaiming his place and becoming Glorious,
That which Cow-Eyed Hera had denied,
Thou retookest and made aright.
Thou, Great lord, looked your troubles in the eye,
And spat in it with rageful cry,
Then conquered them and overcame,
Despite thine crooked legs, both lame.
May I thus conquer the troubles mine,
Just as thou didst vanquish thine.