Yesterday I had this strangest of dreams,
where I was trekking through lord Hades’s realm,
looking for his father, the ancient lord
with a sickle in his hand, Cronus, the mighty one.
Born of mother Gaea and great Uranus,
he once held the bright sun as his throne and
as his kingdom, he had the universe,
while to Rhea he sired Zeus, Hades and Poseidon.
When these children came of age they deposed
their father, chaining him in Tartarus,
much the same what Cronus did to his own,
sending him beyond the farthest point known on the sky.
I recall wondering in that strangest of dreams,
can it be long before the reign of Apollo begins!