Hercules

If Hercules could transform the storm the night would fierce disguise, a mighty thrust and starry dust, would come as no surprise 

his fist might clash the grounds with light,  and the gods would stand abound,  bitter sweet the thunderous roll, as if no other sound, 

But what of warriors in loves battle 
No fist could justify one's part,
And like the stars all out to shine
Would he then hold one's heart,

For the night lays tampered within a jealous state, for he who knows the palace and ruble , loves beyond
his fate,

So the lightning strikes in loves sweet gestures as the night may lead the coming day,
But there the mighty hand of love
May never strike this way.