Apollo Sends...

A new paean to Apollo...as usual with my writings, the first stanza is repeated as the chorus of the song.

Apollo Sends...

In deep green groves, on grass clad hills
Ancient Powers came unto Man
Herdsman, Poet, Blacksmith and King
All heard the Song of Holy Ones

Bowman Supreme, Harper Sublime
Healer, Mystic, Lord of the Sun
Laurel wreath crown upon your brow
Watch over us, who see your Light
- Chorus -

Apollo stands in archer's straight stance
Fingers relaxed, after release
Eyes keenly watch; arrow flies true
Softly sighing, follows its path
- Chorus -

One stadium, in length, the field
At furthest end, Garlands are hung
Framing within, slim wooden wands
All of them split, save center one
- Chorus -

Tip splits the stick, cleanly in half
Tall god smiles, brightening the day
Lowers the bow, walks to a bench
Unstrings it and sets down the stave
- Chorus -

Hand grasps a cup, filled to the brim
Golden and sweet, nectar within
Libates a bit, from self to self
Drinks the rest down, eyes closed, smiling
- Chorus -

Cup is set down, harp taken up
Fingers glide o'er strings wound just right
Melody lilts like a lark's trill
Joyous and light, stones seem to dance
- Chorus -

Bright was the day, brighter it is
Music wafts down, into men's souls
Healing, calming, bringing them dreams
Thoughts of what was, and is to be
- Chorus -

Bowman Supreme, Harper Sublime
Healer, Mystic, Lord of the Sun
Laurel wreath crown upon your brow
Watch over us, who see your Light
- Chorus -
- Chorus -