templeofapollon

Your celestial name is no longer your own Spoken by millions in ignorant moans More famous as rocket ship than as a God An Olympian proud, besmirched as a fraud Temple attracts less than your namesake theatre Oil works, horses, towns, even craters No more is it spoken with love or with fear Your identity even, abused through the years But some still yet know you as you should be known The same you were then, our God of the bow A lord of the sun, of light and of art Brother to Artemis, the twin of your heart Respect and our worship are all we can give The least we can do for the lives that we live You guide and you nurture, you l