Hermes

Keen-minded Hermes, light-fingered one, light-footed one,

quick and cunning, bright and merry, ever watchful,

ever agile, ever sharp of wit. The wings

at your feet carry you to any landing-place,

in any realm; wearing the cap of Aidoneus,

you tarry, unseen by mortal men. Wielder

of the golden sword, player on the shepherd’s pipe,

god of herdsmen, god of thieves, god of cities

and of pastures, rustic and urbane, you walk

the line between contradictions. Hermes

of the borderland, Hermes of the threshold,

god of the uncertain, consistent and contrary,

you stand in the doorway, you stand at the edge;

the knife-sharp boundary between two worlds is yours.

Hermes, child of rich-tressed Maia and thundering Zeus,

I thank you for your many gifts, I praise your might.

Reviews

[Eryn ♪]

Great work Hypnos. I love the way you describe the messenger of the gods, the repetition is awkward though as it is good to point out his on the edge style, but a little too much I think.

[Hypnos]

Thank you for the criticism.

[Angel]

Hermes fascinates me. Well, they all do, but Hermes more than most. Messenger of the gods...what secrets is he privy to?
Brilliant piece, Hypnos!