Kitabu cha Apollo

''God of the golden bow, And of the golden lyre, And of the golden hair, And of the golden fire, Charioteer Of the patient year, Where---where slept thine ire, When like a blank idiot I put on thy wreath, Thy laurel, thy glory, The light of thy story, Or was I a worm---too low crawling for death? O Delphic Apollo!''

''The Thunderer grasp'd and grasp'd,     The Thunderer frown'd and frown'd; The eagle's feathery mane For wrath became stiffen'd---the sound Of breeding thunder Went drowsily under, Muttering to be unbound. O why didst thou pity, and beg for a worm? Why touch thy soft lute Till the thunder was mute, Why was I not crush'd---such a pitiful germ? O Delphic Apollo!''

''The Pleiades were up, Watching the silent air; The seeds and roots in Earth Were swelling for summer fare; The Ocean, its neighbour, Was at his old labour, When, who---who did dare To tie for a moment, thy plant round his brow, And grin and look proudly, And blaspheme so loudly, And live for that honour, to stoop to thee now? O Delphic Apollo!''

' ~ A hymn to Apollo by John Keats '

Dear Lyre family member,


 * If you have found this book, Then it is time. For the great phrochy of Apollo. Long ago, Maya Lyre was the oracle. She was

best there ever was... until Apollo fell in love with her. But she refused to marry him, because she could not. She was the oracle. So, he took away her immortality and then forced her to marry him. As he took away her immortality, She has a vision, Which was later called ''The Great Phropchy of Apollo. ''It prodicted the true way the great phropchy would turn out. The seven half-bloods would not get to choose to safe the world.... or to end it. No, A Lyre family member will. The great family of phrochy.

Sincerely, Jane Lyre lll 

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