The Winged Messenger

He used  to fly to Olympia, where he wanted to be,
if I was to hold a torch - would you carry it for me?
What diid the message say, it said: 'Proceed to war,
where victory shall be yours, could you wish for more.'

The winged messenger Hermes flew in heavenly sky,
between Earth and the underworld as he sailed on by;
surely the news had to be good, of twelve gods was he,
however, sometimes it transpired into devious mystery.

Some things you don't say, you have no choice mon ami,
because if you do, you will only destroy any pure beauty;
Hermes kept that in mind whilst flying thro' space and time,
deviant minds - accept that mountains are there to climb.  

Who are we to make judgement when we're only a tool,
and when some acerbic delivery may turn you into a fool.