The head of the Nemean Lion,
A fearsome visage
It rules the dark places no more,
Its warmongering legacy
To rest on a greater mans shoulders
Corpse-scraps of the Stymphalian birds,
Wards against the darkness
And those who hide within it
A great longbow,
Crackling with a Hydra’s fury
The Belt of Hippolyte,
Wrestled from an Amazonian Queen
A simple club,
Yet thrumming with the power of Zeus
Lines of light dance across its surface
A warning beacon to the monstrous
The sky is shattered and screams out in anger
The land is twisted and spiteful