Hymn to Duke Aim
Ave the Great Strong Duke Aim
You are Master of the Flame
From the Desert Winds of the South you arrive
Your nature of Solar Fire helps us to thrive
Body of a man with three heads you have
A serpent is one, yet another a calf
A man with two stars on your forehead
On a viper with firebrand, a dutiful warhead
Bestower of wit
Rhetoric
Writing skills and rhyme
Your creative inspiration is divinely sublime
Remover of every creative block
In personal matters, the truth you unlock
The number of officials you have is twenty-six
Approached with respect, you return with friendliness
Oh Duke Aim, most numinous muse
With your ever-burning flame please ignite my fuse












