what little remorse our hero had
he'd lost for his old friend
Apollo was the very one
he'd chosen to offend
and so the sun was most unkind
to white teeth and nails clenched
to flesh plagued by that which
only the freshest blood quenched
and Hecate was angered by
Apollo's wicked curse
that she paid Chiron's leave
with coins from her own purse
so Death could stalk the halls
of bishop, priest, and nun
and gift them life who dared
to spite the visage of the sun
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