Spreading the Gift of Immortality

I didn’t want that murderer Ares around
So I made my home deep under the ground
I took a coat, the canine, and a couple of spheres
Which were all quite useful to me through the years
I raised the dog to never lay a paw on me
But he would still guard my spheres quite viciously
While I was above ground since the action was there
And the cloak – sometimes it just was convenient to wear
But in time, my excursions without spheres for age control
Which sometimes lasted for months managed to take their toll
I started to age and it could not be reversed
So I spent each night underground before it got any worse

I realized it was a shame that those who had achieved
Great things should be truly gone after their families grieved
For them since I felt that a good life should be rewarded
By not having to lie and rot among the poor dead
And when people were bad, far too many times
They died before they could be punished for their crimes
Those things had to change, and Hermes agreed with me
So he used his jet pack to find worthy corpses speedily
And brought them to Styx, and the reached me by night
Where they were revived and given the life I deemed right
People saw the body snatching, and found it a bit odd
But decided to keep quiet since it was an act of a god
And if they ever mentioned it
They’d never hear the end of it


As for the rest, much of which they had done
At that time can be found in any one
Of many of what are called mythological tomes
But they do not tell of how many left their homes
On Olympus to be worshipped in another location
Since mating on the mountain led to overpopulation
Migration wasn’t mentioned since it was a bit
Embarrassing for other civilizations to admit
That their local gods had in fact immigrated
And that the gods left didn’t make Greeks elated
The suppression of the truth does not make it less true
The first immortals had many kids – for now I’ll discuss two