Olympian Poem by Nicholas Peter

You were,
a fighter,
of this there was no doubt.

Your strength rivaled Hercules,
your courage a Perseus mirror,
and the mind of Odysseus.

You could be them all,
you'd say,
that big dumb smile stretching across you face.

But you shattered,
she gave a wound you couldn't heal from,
and not even Hephaestus could forge it new.

You shone bright once,
an imitator of Phaeton,
but you fell on the wings of Icarus.

Our hero,
our demigod,
our shiny golden ray.

Fallen,
down into a pit,
of which you couldn't escape.

Alas, all things end
and you with them,
fading into a field,
Hades' Asphodel,
drinking the Waters of Lethe.