Orion, fearless hunter in the sky,
Canis Minor and Major, ever faithful, at your side
What is your quarry on this winter night?
Is it the lion, Leo, growling before the palace gate,
or perhaps the Great Bear lurking in his northern lair?
Could it be the dreaded Hydra?

With your quest so bold, would you dare the sting of Scorpio?
Does it please the vain queen, Cassiopeia, sitting in her chair,
and Cepheus, crying for Andromeda chained to the rock?
Will they bid you take your summer rest in peace,
safe, unseen, where Aquarius brings you cool water
and Lyra sings you and your loyal dogs to sleep?

And what of I who scans above each night
Clinging to Polaris' flickering light—wondering at the Hunter's plight?
Let me go with you—for I am a hunter, too.
I'll help you slay the demons in the sky, and in return
you'll show me the secrets of the heavens, and find a place for me there.
Don't leave me to confound on this bare and misty ground.

Or, must you remain in your world and I abide in mine,
to search the purpose that is my destiny?
I cannot dwell in the sheltered bliss of hallowed tales
for many savage beasts in this coil abound, I know.
I shall defeat them, each in turn
and men will call me Perseus.