Oh Hermes with your caduceus head
Tell me, where you go with the dead?
Aren't you the brazen of Olympus fame?
And the psychopomp is your name?
Where did your winged sandals go?
I bet your turms with mercury flow
To Colossus of Rhodes or other land
But all are wreck in history's hand
And all Zues gods are out of bone
An art engraved only on stone
Brother of brother destroyed another
Even in stories failed standing together
Ancient mysteries truly remind us
What we are leaving behind us
So many knowledge for the eyes
Better than a golden rolling dice
Myths remain to be told again
Beholding life's solemn main
Hermes The Messenger
Lyna Salman
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