The Great Apollo

On the immense bulk of Mt Olympus reign the great Greek Gods
If you say that Apollo is best then you get nods
King of archery sending arrows of death
They escape your bow as easily as your breath

The very ones you choose to kill
As patron of medicine you could heal
Poetry rhymes from your lips
Music is one of your greatest gifts

To him everyone gives their trust
He is covered in golden dust
Once the reign of Zeus was done
The glory of Apollo was to begun

He who invented the lyre
Rides in the sky’s ball of fire
Out he sends golden rays
Everything he touches goes ablaze