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The Logos ot Thalia

Before the great heroes have their say and
speak of lofty deeds and great battles won
I must inquire to the audience
on a matter most dire and portentous.

Who farted? For I can see islands within
the throng, where some have edged away from stench
and yet have said nothing for the time immemorial.
Even here upon the stage I can smell

The Logos of Hestia

No, no. Don't bother with me. I'm just old.
I'm tired, and I have a bit more work undone.
So I'll set the fire, just in the chance
That some latecomer may still wish warmth.

A meal still uneaten, it will keep fresh
if put aside for when the pangs of life
grow too harsh and there is no bread baked
for the child to skip about in eager hand.

The Logos of Persephone

Again I fall, and laugh as I do
For there is joy in rising once more anew
and looking upon the world fresh and light.
For my drudgery and service are but a small part

Of my life. The joy in the face as I return
to two homes in sequence, neither the greater.
For I could never live soley in Olympus
the air and light weighs heavy upon a soul

The Logos of Heracles

It is rare indeed that a man is named for his mother.
For in all ways save birth, my mother did
cause me to flourish. Each hurdle a step
higher than the last, but all within the reach of my stride.

A mortal life is short indeed. A labor thought
long and arduous. But as soon as it is done
another labor rose to challenge me.
For it is in my greatest triumphs

The Logos of Artemis

Cruel Men of Greece, how you preen, how you prance.
At the city that once paid me honors, you scream your triumph
and Laugh over the scattered coals. Unthinking of me
and those that have run to my greatest temple.

You dare not follow them there, for outside
your walls and fires, beyond the reach of your spears
do my arrows wait in contemplation.
You think to please me by giving up that which you value.

The Logos of Hecate

When the fruit sits heavy on the vine,
and the creatures begin to take their share
there do you find me, selecting among the berries
those that will bring some small comfort

For when all reason fails and the deductions
Bring no illumination upon the deepening dark
I bear a torch to guide your next footsteps.
A Key to open the doors into the great night.

The Logos of Demeter

The deepest shadow passes before the heart
upon looking up from your labors to find
that the visage of your child is no longer
to be found within your sight

Every crack and fallen feature is to be searched
Every riverbank, every tree, for children do love
to play at games of hiding, and delight in the relief
that comes to the face of a parent upon their return.

The Logos of Hephaestus

The Prodigal God am I, my gifts for all that strike
their hammer upon the forge or their maul upon a spike.
Glorious toys are my passion, for they show the mind
at its fullest, the works a chorus to the direction of thought.

And to me, the thought is no more than a diagram
for the case to be put into place, gears to be arranged
and the edge honed to a sharpness unknown to all others.
Look on the beauty of my works, and give thanks

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