Acrisius
Acrisius (/əˈkraɪsiəs/; Greek: Ἀκρίσιος) was a mythical king of Argos, and a son of Abas and Aglaea (or Ocalea, depending on the author), grandson of Lynceus, great-grandson of Danaus. His twin brother was Proetus, with whom he is said to have quarreled even in the womb of his mother. When Abas died and Acrisius had grown up, he expelled Proetus from his inheritance; but, supported by his father-in-law Iobates, the Lycian, Proetus returned, and Acrisius was compelled to share his kingdom with his brother by giving Tiryns to him, while he retained Argos for himself.
Acrisius and Perseus
Disappointed by his lack of luck in having a son, Acrisius consults the Oracle at Delphi, who warns him that he will one day be killed by his daughter Danaë's son. Danaë is childless and to keep her so, he imprisons her in a bronze chamber open to the sky in the courtyard of his palace. Zeus impregnates her in the form of a golden shower (some accounts say it is her uncle, Proetus, who impregnates her). Danaë becomes pregnant with Perseus. Acrisius puts the child and Danaë in a chest and throws it into the sea. Zeus asks Poseidon to calm the water; he does and Danaë and Perseus survive, washing up on the island of Seriphos. A fisherman named Dictys, brother of King Polydectes, finds the pair and takes care of them.
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Across The Way
by: Aleka's AtticHear say hear now, I've heard you've found
There's more across the way
Now the other side can look so nice
Until you've heard this myth won't wash away
I've heard there's more in altered land
No rocks, no tools, no stepping stones
You live across the way I've heard you say
not in words, you show on face
I use my tongue, wear on sleeve
Hat's off, my tie's undone, welcome...
This plan to cross border, soldiers divide families
That's reform
Here say here now, I've heard you found
Across the way it's green I'm told
You live across the way I've heard you say
Not in words, you show on face
I use my tongue, wear on sleeve
Hat's off, we can't feel you so no
And you can't talk so now you're dumb
The standoffish way you sit in your office
He's a goldfish
He gets as big as your fishbowl
Food for your own dish
Let's just say it's found in all of us
Instead we say, we they she he
Just call them out by name
Good could be found
Let's sift through sand
Good could be found
A fallen angel has been canned
Should it be bound a calling
What breathes down your neck is lion's breath
Breathe...
That's all I have to say for now