His harp, always ready, so lethal, able
His music could strike a human down
Or lift them to the heights of Olympus
God of poetry, of music, and healing
He was never seen without his harp
Some religious scholars have seen him
As being the god of the most power
But he was still obeisant to Zeus
And performed a great many roles
With fidelity to the cause of the gods
If he was not, in the end, humble
He was yet aware of human needs
If he had no human worshipers
He'd nonetheless endure
Power flows in the gods, in him freely
It doesn't come from belief or believers
Not the belief of others in him
Rather, his belief in his own great power
“Apollo, your voice hymned a justice I could not see
clear, but all too clear the anguish you caused, the
blood-haunted, homeless future you've doled out.”
