Invocation

I need no Muse to tell this story.
It is mine.
Mighty Apollo can hold his lyre, the nymphs can refrain from their songs.
I am not a hero, not Odysseus, not Akhilles or Helen.
I am not Herakles with his might and fame.
No one knows me, and those who do speak not of my story.
But I will write, and soon they will sing.
Soon the Muses will sing to men the story of Alexandria, the destroyer of fate, defender of men, the one who brought gods and titans to their knees, and death at her wake.
They will tell my story, and all will remember it.