Chariot of the Sun

Phaeton asked his mother

Pleading with her, was he the son

Of the God Apollo, "Please tell me am I the one"

The sun as a witness

Was called for its truthfulness

"Go to the land whence the sun rises.

Built of gold and jewels

Is the palace of the sun.

Demand of Apollo.

Are you his rightful son?"

And so he ventured in time

Spring was crowned with thorns

And Summer's ripe grain formed as a wreath

Autumn stained with juice of grapes

Winter icy still beneath

"Am I your son?"

"Can I drive your chariot.

Your chariot of the sun?

Chase the tests of nature

Until the race is won?"

Afraid of the danger at first he declined

"The dangers are such that you cannot survive"

Still the wish was granted, horses springing forward as one

Serpents coiled down below, felt the heat as if it were sun

Control no longer, the world on fire

Still he journeyed through

Rivers boiled and earth cracked

Fishes sought their lowest depth

Earth cried out in pain

Could she withstand such a test?

Jupiter sent thunder, lightning

Rain to water the fire

And to quench new thirst

The chariot was burning, into cooling waters it fell

Phaeton rests now and on his stone

The words are written.

"No more the chariot of the sun wich could not bring him home."