Hello, I am god of poetry Apollo
With me I have my shiny quiver.
For you, my dear, I have an arrow,
Which will make you cry and shiver,
Without my art your life is hollow,
You will decay and quickly wither,
Deprived of haunt and mighty bow.
Behold my glory and my glow,
With golden tip you will be pierced,
I will bestow you with moon gown,
Open you nature, wild and fierce.
With haunt and rhyme we play,
That people will kneel us below,
Light is our goal and final prey,
The luminaries both have bows,
To get your awe and steal your wows.
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