he is the ink that dances across the pages giving birth to beautiful poetries
he makes great symphonies with his lyre he'll give you a show
he can bestow you great health but try not to anger him for you may suffer the plague he brings
it has been a great day but it's time for him to go
he'll be back tomorrow with more symphonies and poetry for show
wielding his silver bow and arrow while riding his sun chariot across the sky you will easily recognize him he is the god Apollo.
an idea about making a poetry book about greek gods, goddesses, and titans popped into my mind the other day but i'm not sure if i'll continue doing it tho.