“Final Voyage of Achilles,” “Inquiring Muse,” and “Heavens Best”

Sing, muse, where immortal tides embrace,

As Thetis leads her son beyond the mortal race;

No plea to Zeus, the ancient pact of gods holds sure,

In their sacred kinship ages pass but hearts endure.

White Island gleams where Black Sea's shadows part,

An Elysium unmarked on Homer's ancient chart;

Here youth transcends the searing wrath of war's cruel flame,

Becoming a man who grasps his worth beyond mere name.

This harbor pure where bitter grief dissolves,

Bears witness as the warrior's spirit evolves;

A seasoned soul whose bloodstained fate resolves,

From war to peace, where hope and healing solves.

Minerva clad in wisdom's burning light,

Crowns the seeker with laurels bright,

In justice robed, merciful and wise,

You guide the restless mind that storms the skies.

To Marcus' soul you granted sacred flame,

No wrath unleashed for daring heaven's name;

His doubts you held, an ember pure and blessed,

And raised him high above mere mortal quest.

No thunderbolt struck down the questioning voice,

But echoed praise for freedom's fervent choice.

Immortal star that blazes through night's hall,

Your patronage transcends mortality's wall.

O goddess bright, whose justice lights the way:

In questioning the soul finds truth's own day.

Upon Olympus' heights where gods convene,

Hermes strides with sandals swift and sly,

A trickster's grin that mocks the sacred scene,

He plucks the stars from under heaven's watchful eye.

If Hermes lifts your coin purse in the night,

Is it theft? Or a god divine descending to play?

He leaps through borders lesser powers obey,

While mortal laws, like divine rights, dissolve in fickle light.

But dare to pilfer on your neighbor's ground,

No cloak of myth or wings will shield your fall.

Heaven grants no grace to dodge justice's call;

Hermes may wink, but mortals pay the pound.