Lights flickered as he entered the room

In a sort of brooding mood

It seemed the luminance followed his que 

His sketchbook filled with certain hues

 

Attractive and fair

All the girls he ensnared

Top of his class

Head of the mass

 

Groups formed beneath him

Even those on the utmost rim

Always parted for this so called god

Everything recorded by Medusa's tripod

 

He was wrath and punishment itself

His esteem held on the highest shelf

 

All in blue his brother beside him

Mind on the beach 

Hair outreached

Dreaming of the sand

However stuck on land

 

And to his right 

Stood an awfull fright

His brother's face like death 

Pale like someone written in Macbeth

Jeans tattered and frayed

He was all to mislaid

 

 But amidst all the glory and fame

Was one beautiful dame

Set to be his

Hera, queen of show biz

 

And so these high school sweethearts came to be

(Medusa finally got to shine

And Hades was at last considered royal bloodline

Poseidon got his beach 

and Zeus stayed out of reach)

happily ever after we hope to foresee