Apollo and Mischief
There was nothing more that he hated
his hard work all diminished to dust
It was all gone
With no clear trace
But there was one definite thing
It was the work of mischief
"Hermes" was the main suspect
The god of quickness and trouble
Always tampering with everything in his path
Destroying the composition of order
There was nothing more that aggravated
The god of the sun
He confronted the wrong doer
Nothing could explain the amount of rage,
that coursed through his veins
He wanted nothing more
than to see the thief be punished
by the hand of the victim to such foolishness
"APOLLO!!" said a rupturing voice
immediately he knew that it was his father that had stopped him.
He could not bear to wait
To see the punishment that Hermes would receive
Instead it was a simple warning
It was just a phrase to get them to stop
At the end of it all
Hermes offered him a golden lyre
It was the most beautiful, most precious instrument
Nothing could be more wonderful, more valuable
Still, to this day, Apollo carries this lyre
And it was a symbol of forgiveness and worth
