The Statue of Zeus at Olympia

King of the Gods,

sitting on your throne,

wordlessly watching your visitors:

mere mortals.

Your daughters, Euphrosyne,

Thalia, Aglaea, stand near you

and make charming

 

the luckiest humans.

Your sceptre on which perches an eagle -

such power you possess! -

you hold in one hand

whilst Nike (a low deity in comparison to you)

has the honour of

standing on the other.

 

Lions at your feet,

Sphinxes by your thighs,

Gold adorns you

and beautiful jewels.

That dedicated sculptor spent

years on your form

but nothing could match your glory.

The End

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