āGet in line now, donāt dawdle!ā Comes the serious sounding voice Itās the god of the underworld making sure The spirits donāt make any noise
Hades the god of the underworld Likes his land to be quiet and dark Cerebrus, his three-headed dog agrees With three separate growls and one bark
Hades which means āthe unseen oneā Has a power no other god shares His Helmet of Darkness makes him invisible He can pounce on anyone anywhere
Prayers and sacrifices do very little This mighty god is not swayed If someone enters the spirit world Then that is where they will stay
The bad spirits are punished by him They carry big stones on their heads The good ones get to swim in the Styx And float back into comfy beds
Hades loves just one person most Persephone his wife He kidnapped her while she picked flowers And now lives by his side
You can sometimes hear the rustle Of Hades and his three-headed dog Roaming around on a still night When darkness cloaks the world.
Known as a trickster from the time he was born When he was just four days old in his crib Hermes stole Apolloās sacred sheep With a crawl, a jump and a skip
Hermes grew up to be a messenger To the gods; they now send Him on adventurous trips between The worlds of gods and men
Magical winged sandals carry him At fast as lightning speeds One moment he is in front of you The other moment on Mercury
When he is not carrying messages He is busy making things The sweet sounding lyre, the first ever fire The dice and even writing
Hermes helped his brother Perceus Kill Medusa and her wriggly snakes The brothers fought bravely together There really was no room for mistakes
The messenger of gods also protects All travellers - merchants and thieves Schoolboys and schoolgirls, fathers and mothers Are all watched over by Hermes
In all this delivering, protecting and fighting Hermes still finds time to play This master of fun, when he fools someone You can hear him laughing away.
Known as the blacksmith of the gods Hephaestus controls fire He can mould metals into any shapes And things that he desires
This god of fire can also breathe life Into all his metal creations Heās made two golden ladies who help him They are both quite a sensation!
His workshops are many, countless in fact Every volcano has one, we are told He and his maidens make knickknacks and weapons Of bronze and silver and gold
The tools that Heaphestus uses to build Fabulous things in his workshop Are also his symbols of magic and power The hammer, the anvil and tongs
Some say heās married to Aphrodite The goddess of beauty and love Whether she loves him back in fact We really cannot be sure of
Hephaestus is the only god of Olympus Who is lame and canāt really walk But that doesnāt stop him from being A great and powerful Greek god
So next time you see a particularly Beautiful piece of metal art You will know that in some volcano Hephaestus is working hard.
āShiver me timbers! Iāll whip up a storm!ā Comes a booming voice from the mist Poseidon the god of the oceans and seas Has got his undies in a twist
This god of the waters is often upset To him anger comes easily Heāll magically make a thunder cloud And bring down rain and sleet
Poseidon is Zeusās brother and folks Find it hard to say which one Is more powerful, brave and strong On this point they keep mum -shhhhh!
People know that if they take sides The gods may become mean Then the dog may eat your homework And Dad could holler and scream
Poseidonās little loo secret This story also cannot miss Look it up, it is a bit gross His special āPoseidonās Kissā
Poseidon has his own weapon He keeps his trident safe And points it at a gentle sea When he wants to make big waves
He also loves the queen of gods And Hera loves him back That is one big secret that Zeus hasnāt quite cracked
So next time youāre caught in some rain And donāt have an umbrella Just say āgod I wish this would stopā Poseidon can sometimes be a jolly good fella.
Beautiful, strong and regal Thatās how this goddess is described She is the queen of all the gods And helps families unite
Although she is a champion Of women and their lives Her heart is full of poison For her husbandās many lies
She is married to grand old Zeus Who loves being with the ladies Hera has tried with all her might To send him off to Hades*
But the god of death cannot best Zeus and his lightning bolt So Hera now tortures her step children With punishements untold
When Hera is having a good day She is sweet, gentle and kind The cow, the peacock and the cucukoo Shine as her symbols divine
But when she is angry with Zeus She is as jealous as a goose Zeus says sorry and stands on his head And then finally there is a truce
Along with Zeus and his lightning bolt Hera lives with her cuckoo and crown She reigns from above on mount Olympus But to earth, she rarely comes down.
Mahvash Mohtadullah 