Hydra

a hideous beast with heads numbering nine,
she was put on this earth to plague mankind.

with a visage so gruesome all it took was one stare
to give even the bravest of men a terrible scare.

serving hera loyally throughout her long life,
the creature did cause the grecians much strife.

to battle the monster twas a suicidal task—
the kind of only one hero they could ask.

so the plight of the people hercules set out to end
though many thought twas a fight he would not win.

locked in struggle, the two did fight—
the beast verses our hero’s might.

it seemed his chances held on by a tiny string
when from one severed head two would spring.

just when it seemed he would win not,
hercules found the solution he sot.

with fire in hand and his sword at every turn,
the stumps of the heads he would now burn.

finally left with the beast’s main head,
the hero did bury it, leaving her dead.

and for her service—faithful and true—
she was placed in the night’s inky blue.

across the heavens hydra now does wind
always searching for her next victim on which to dine.