You may know, of a boy,

One with eyes that were stolen from Poseidon’s sea

And light from Zeus’s bolt.

                 Of a boy who’s voice is sweet,

Like a waterfall with a current slowly wandering down stream

Like melted ice cream flowing through a straw,

Perhaps even sweeter than honey.

                Do you know that boy?

The one who vanquished a thousand dragons with just one sword?

Who sang a horde of sirens to sleep with his superlative voice?

The boy who dances under the moon but next to the stars in the sky,

With the humming birds singing by his side?

                take note to the whispers along the breeze.

You can hear his legends, his tales drift on by

Everyone knows him,

Let the world remember this man

As the one who captured the heart of a princess and brought her home

As the one who saved the world innumerable times…

As the little boy who told his younger sister these tales…

                Let it be recalled,

That these are just not stories

But the things that breathe life into dreams.