The Gods of Greece

On wings he rules, thunder following him
To just him does the wild sea respond
On the ground she promenades, supplying them
Sense is her gift, as from the head she spawned
Death is his craft for the darkness he fan
She is the moon, a hunter of the night
His forte is light for that he brings man
She is a lover looking for a knight
He is war and sorrow and destruction
She is their sister, their queen, and his wife
He builds and continues his construction
He knows no confines in his insane life
Boundaries mean nothing to this courier
She runs the home and is the worrier

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