The Immortals

Born of the light, shadowed by the darkness of time Theseus knew, not the love of a father nor friend Seen for the man he should be by an 'ancient' sublime Bound by the love of a mother, whose love wouldn't bend Raised with a mothers love in begrudging of times Always a watchful eye and a helping hand Scorned by her peoples, outcast, for anothers crime Lowly in stature, exalted by Gods demands A friend stood by, shoulder to shoulder Prepared for to fall, by his side Unflinching, steadfast, as a boulder A voice, in the Holy Land The 'Oracles' eyes are opened by that which she saw 'He' wielding the 'bow of the Gods' by his side Ezekiel A body encased in a shroud, left her trembling, in awe His race it is run with the Hellacious hounds at his heels Bathed in the gaze of her beauty Wrapped in the veil of her smile Torn in the Hell of his duty Daring to walk, the long mile Trained in the art of war by the God of Gods Heart beating rapid, but strong through endless odds Faster and slicker than most, in a lethal dance Raised for this War of Wars, to quell evils advance Laid at his feet, like the kill of a rabid dog Battered and broken, yet, vengeance is all he demands Blinded by sweat and by pain in the clearing fog He strikes at the giants weakness... with dying hands