Down in the deep, dark den

Lies a fox that preys on hens

Leaping out after dusk, at night

It spreads deadly destruction with its might

A beast, destined to never be caught

It runs along the road, not to be sought

It takes off, done with the hunt

Laughing heartlessly at those who grunt

Not to be caught by net, nor snare

It still takes the lives of hare

No man could halt its way of life

No spear could stop it, nor arrow, nor knife

With a hide of streaming silver

Its fur would take not a sliver

With Laelaps to come as a foe

Both could deliver not a blow

As a paradox to puzzled men

Let me explain to you, then

The beast was destined to never be caught

Laelaps, however, fated to catch its prey

It leapt again into its deep, dark den

Trying to hide in its pen

Laelaps kept chasing through

Its fur wet with morning dew

The Fox, with a cunning mind

Had to avoid from being bind

Running back out, it found no refuge.

The chase was coming to become huge

Zeus put a stop to this, not to choose

Instead by turning both into statues

He cast them upon the eternal sky

Where they will forever stay

 

So the above was written by me, and I had ChatGPT write one too:

In twilight’s tale by Theban throne,
A fox did flee through fields unknown.
Fleet of foot, a phantom blur,
No net nor noose could capture her.

She sprang through shadows, swift and sly,
With moonlight glinting in her eye.
The gods decreed her doomless flight—
No mortal hand could halt her might.

Each dawn she dashed through dewy dell,
While hounds gave howl and hunter yell.
But none could snare her, none could bind
The cursed chase she left behind.

Then Zeus, with zither-thunder voice,
Grew grim at such a god-born choice:
“A beast unbound, a hound unfailed?
Let fate decide what force prevailed.”

So Laelaps came, the hound divine,
Whose jaws caught quarry every time.
He chased that fox o’er hill and glen—
A paradox to puzzle men.

The fox that fled could never fall,
The hound would hunt beyond them all.
Through time they twisted, fierce and fast,
Until the skies were stirred at last.

In silence struck, the world stood still,
As both defied the gods’ own will.
Then Zeus in storm-swept streak of flame
Transfixed them both in stony frame.

Now stars above still spark and spin,
Their chase eternal, trapped within.
A tale of speed, of fated fight—
The fox, the hound, and endless night.

Please comment on this and let me know which YOU think is better!

P.S. This post is related to https://mushroom-scholars.org/group_page/teumessian-fox-myth/ . Sorry, cause I couldn’t find how to add a link in the comment cause I couldn’t find how to add a comment…

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