O great Amphisbaena, 

Twin-headed serpent of cunning and deceit, 

Messenger of slow and cruelful death, 

As if there were not enough poison to be poured out from one lone mouth. 

Your poison, full of foul trials and suffering,

May no demigod know such wrath, 

For it wreaks havoc amongst mind, body, and soul. 

The cure lies within a sacred flower, bloomed within Aphrodite’s Garden. 

But alas, Spring has gone missing, 

As with her sister Maidens; Winter, Summer, and Autumn. 

The Essence of the Horae has been stolen, snuffed, hidden,  

By none other than, 

The Great Amphisbaena.