Greece

Pandia Selene, radiant bright,
Goddess of moons and silver light.
Daughter of Selene, shining high,
Graceful beacon in the sky.
Mount Olympus, proud and tall,
Home of gods, it sees them all.
Yet seek your clue where heights decline,
In the middle where the gods lie.
The hemlock cup, his final breath,
Calm he faced the hands of death.
With wisdom vast and soul set free,
He drank, the greatest philosophee.
When Perseids flare in August night,
Like Zeus' sparks of golden light.
In ancient times they watched, as we do here,
Their fire returns again this year.
Through halls of kings in ancient grace,  
The Minoan palace shows its face.  
An epigraph in stone does chide,  
Come to the magenta side.