Oh Hermes with your caduceus head Tell me, where you go with the dead? Aren't you the brazen of Olympus fame? And the psychopomp is your name? Where did your winged sandals go? I bet your turms with mercury flow To Colossus of Rhodes or other land But all are wreck in history's hand And all Zues gods are out of bone An art engraved only on stone Brother of brother destroyed another Even in stories failed standing together Ancient mysteries truly remind us What we are leaving behind us So many knowledge for the eyes Better than a golden rolling dice Myths remain to be told again Beholding life's solemn main