with bombastic voices set to heavenly hymn
the foolish advance their mortal megrim
and as each beseech their mighty baalim
yet none, save one, have swayed the heavenly hosts

fourteen long years of Mandara’s lament and tears
had yet to penetrate Olympus’ diaphanous veneer
but by chance, one night, he caught a indulging ear
and achieved to receive Aphrodite’s divine riposte

the mountainous stone of the bastille’s wall
quivered and shook under Aphrodite’s squall
with the captors captivated in Love’s enthrall
Mandara flew, as the fissure grew, to follow Love’s quest

Over razor sharp crags of mountainous might
Mandara traveled for 2 days and their nights
meandering monsters allowing little respite
until he fell, in the dale, as his conscious acquiesced