Son of Zeus.

I heard the bells of Jericho, ring out in distant toll, A soldier’s death so warranted beyond the city walls, As rows of warrior’s silent, heard lament to mourn demise, The soldier wished a promised curse, his eyes upon the skies. In tempest to his passing, the sands began to stir, A raging force so effortless, did spin the torpid air, And darkened clouds did so then shroud, as army took to fright! The day then made to darkness, as though the day were night. Did strike of light then thunder, and city shake to ground, So all souls kept the walls therein, did languish no more proud, The earth to open caverns did eat as giants feast, Till all souls dead within this place, the tempest did then cease. A silent wake of deaths own make, did speak within its throw, That son of Zeus the soldier, the people did not know? So heed all ye who God to be, in judgement so on he! For Gods not men to judge so then, on him who God doth be!