Kepler Accompanies Herkules to Hell

Kepler Accompanies Herkules to Hell

this is Sheol Johannes, worthy a great man
for here you lie, and I visit you
For where then I Sheol? I am flesh!
No, you are a shade, a reflection now
I have felt your telescopes, it tickles
your joy filled stare, it took all of these years
for I felt your supernova god kiss
those of prayer, those of worship, you
strong enough to raise even now with me
johannes, join with me to hell

Herkules, tis you?
existence smashing, take on your fathers sword
for tis a likeable bastard to yield such company,
Call me Johan, -johan! a fine name indeed
You can refer to me as ol' blue eyes,
dressed for travel one musk ask good hope
Before we ride into the great harbor
for what says you about the stars?
By me they seem to be pointed towards Ophicihus
Tis tragic this place, for man has not lived

a priestess in this oneness of being
-were Gods johan, this is for us to see
for there are men seeking their chase now,
there have been some minor deitys,
hell, if it wasn't for my current hairstyle
the door guy wouldn't even recognize me
but these matters are nominally treacherous
I'm a bit of a narcissist,
This is why I have come to you for help
come on kep, I've seen you stareyed and handling

To discuss this nothingness of Sheol,
To embrace human suffering as tilled fern
Through medidation brother kepler escaped
And joined Herkules to the realms below

the chips were done, the salsa licked
I told you they had one hell of a margarita
the crout had never had habanero mango salsa
in the bohemian court he had simply disected tomato,
infused a bit of paprika and ate fresca, the blender
and mariachis with pistolas baristas tequilla in belt
before he knew it he was drinking mescal from a senorita
a freshly livid happy tonguing of bellybutton she yipped
It was Herkules that insisted in lifting the new vonkep
hoisted in him snug to recieve haircut agave, he span

water washed over his head, he awoke in a bed
turned over the sleeping broad, wow he thought
this bitch must piss herself alot, what the fuck happend
-You set a little girls hair on fire, that was before the cart,
what cart? The one that was closed, the cops came at us running,
really johan, trenchcoats are better for late night frankfurter heist
lets get out of here before that tranny wakes up
As they left the establishment the t had gone out in the motel,
It was rather dark most of the time, he put on some sunglasses
dug his memory banks, Herkules, what are we doing here again?

ol blue had a hearty laugh, well I wanted to see how you drank
if you could handle your weight in barley, you know on the field,
you did good kid, managed to make an uneventful hell festive
-So is there some sort of punishment for being here, any galleys?
well theres a great bowling alley where the pins are rigged
its a good prank to play, but no, its mainly just an afterworld
no real future here, just sort of the same old bullshit day in day out.
then how was this different from life?
Well kid when I lived I got to battle all sorts of nefarious characters
more of a blood thirsty survival by warfare, thats all been taken away here

And it was explained that there were uprisings being plotted
Johan became to feel as a young vibrant sorcerer, to join sword and cap
He outfitted himself in a cloak and purchased a gnarled wooden staff
For as a man to have risen by the hands of the 13th task, he smiled

they would consult oracle, a witch serpentarius gnosis,
for one must understand the handler of a split slither
a small wooden sign with the rod of asclepius rattled with wind,
hades bellows to enter, trespass there true conjecture
ordain the information at hand on this cult of panacea
Welcome, I am Hygenia, please could you wipe your boots
With a grand bow, and a gragarious jolly whip of his hat,
Priestess Hyegnia, I am Herkules, and I have come to seek your help
And who may I ask the sorcerer namesake, who have you hired gun?
This is Johaness Kepler a very pious and benigh observer of your gods,

Well then by all means Johaness, I am pleased for both of your summonings
You are but one of many predictions I have prepared for, and such
Please do inbibe yourself in a few pomegranites, a taste for ambrosia I'm sure,
The Trio set down well appetized and Herkules sat to lighting pipe
Why have it that you have taken to searching for my father she wisp'd
We have heard tales of a rearrangement, of a dormant spirit to rebirth,
a hunters horn has travailed, its laudeous ring loosening deaf ears,
all of the ancient gods are stirring afterworld to alternate dimensia
what is happening in Ophicihus that would conjure such ressurection,
The halls of Valhalla are emptying, the space pirates exiting asteroid

these Hygenia are not sport of chaos
You incense abberant odor dear travellers
For Herkules I have known you since your father killed my father
But I am of a human born priestess of patience and care, a maiden mercy
I have not wrestled with your existence and flung yourself to far
but for the continued patronage you already posses, we have much in favor
with so much at hand, it is wise for you to choose such holy comrade
to field this your last task, I ask only that you eat of your father
the same compassion he had for mine, that the stars from mt olympus
show the fairness in order, I hope well you aim to protect

Michael has arisen Jehovahs beckoning,
A vast army of Krishna were being assembled,
The lords of milky way felt a pull towards solar system
a dark mass forming the snakes full extension

The duo left temple with a new sense of direction
a new pep to their step, a lick to finger found the heading north

Vaccous portal sought, a helped wanted on the closest saloon
a pint at the toothpick dagger but a witches stonethrow
Well, thought ol blue, We're a bit on our heads dear boy
He sipped the grog, nodded without saying a word

there was no conversation before sleep
For tommorow dead moons beckon