Hi, just thought I'd put up another poem, to see if I could improve on my writing. R and r please.

Hydra's monologue

Here you come, sword in hand,

Courage in your heart. . .

And arrogance blowing up your head.

Do you truly think you can beat me?

You can't.

I know something you don't know,

Something you need to defeat me.

What?

Tell you?

Now where's the fun in that?

Listen up sweetie,

'cause that's what you'll be,

For me.

Anyway.

That little secrets between me, the gods and the gatepost.

But here's a little problem for you.

What's three times three, times three, times three….?

Can't guess?

No clue?

Well, so much for you.

The Fates say that I am to be killed

By a demigod, hated by Hera,

Wearing the skin of the lion of Nemea.

Come on.

What are the chances of that?