How should I describe thee?
Fair golden locks and a smile that could kill.
Youthful, joyous, stern, and wrathful.
Destruction and life, hand in hand.
You are a danger most beloved.
Beaming, glowing, gold of light,
Blood-soaked, hunter of man, silver of bow.
Arrows of plague rain upon the guilty.
Soft, gentle hands heal the ailing innocent.
Lord Apollo, it is you, The Destroyer,
It is you, the Life-Giver!
It is your displeasure that kills.
It is your great joy that we prosper!
Through you we may experience
The luxury of education, poetry, and the arts.
Through you we may know our fate,
And I pray, gracious, most beloved of Gods,
Dearest God, fair of heart and fair of complexion,
You most beautiful and kind,
I acknowledge your great and mighty power,
Please, Shining One, radiant and benevolent,
And grant me your blessing,
That I may carry your courage in my heart.
May I know my power, and be wise to use it.
Lord Apollo, I thank you for hearing this prayer,
And for your many blessings.