EpioneA Poem by Hypnos
Soft-voiced Epione, beloved of skillful
Asklepios, mother of learned daughters four: Hygeia who grants us hale and hearty lives; Akeso who knits our bones and cools our fevers; Panacea who holds the cure of all that ails; and Iaso who knows of many remedies. Blessed Epione, easer of distress, to you do we turn when the torments of ill health grow great, when wounds and maladies consume the soul, when pain is cruel, bitter beyond bearing; then do you come, sweet goddess, bringing comfort and relief, easing the hurt. Goddess, I praise you.
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Added on August 4, 2013 Last Updated on August 4, 2013 AuthorHypnosTNAboutI am a humble servant of the Greek gods and an avid hunter. I enjoy being out in nature and nothing solidifies the feeling of being one with nature more for me than when I hunt. The reason I became a .. more..Writing
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