One night on Olympus

I could hardly believe what I saw. How I, a mere worthless mortal, flesh and bone from the hands of Prometheus, was on that snow-covered peak of Olympus most lofty. I saw the thundering and dark-clouded son of Kronos, most high, in his blazing and endless glory. I saw the cow-faced queen of heaven, crowned by the stars and enthroned in gold and silver. I saw the great Lord of the wide seas and the great lady of the wide fields. I saw the gentle and flowering mother of prayer, tending to her holy flame. I saw the golden and silver, bow-bearing children of Letô. I saw the hard-working and crafty lord of fire. I saw the strong lord of war, clad in armor. I saw the queen of battle, soft in study. I saw the fleet footed and luck brining messenger of the gods. I saw the sea-born and golden-crowned mother of love. I saw the twice-born son of Semele, lively and drunk. Be gracious to me, for I am a mere mortal. Treat me as your guest, as I have and will treat you. I walk on your water.