Nobody cared who I was until the Cyclopes gave me to Zeus./ Yet now, I am a symbol of this man and all that he stands for./ Strength, bravery, and a symbol of justice, all these qualities I have/ greatly given to the God of Gods. However, sometimes I feel as if I am/ not given the credit that I deserve. To be frank, who is Zeus without me?/ I am the one who wisps and flies crisply through the brisk air like a/ soaring eagle, hunting its prey. My entity is endless, and is that of an ocean,/ forever existing, and being second to nothing in power and majesty./ I am the one who kills those who defy the order of Olympus. I am the/ God of Gods. Zeus has the lucky hand that demands my power for his land./ I quench his thirst and end his hunger, and his taste buds buzz for me,/ not the other way around. Zeus would be a fool without me, but yet I bite my tongue./ Because I would not be more happy in anyone else’s hand, for Zeus and I are kings,/ kings of this entire land.//