Greek Maiden

She who could have been a beauty was denied

By two hard horns that harshly framed her face.

Her mass of tangled hair did fail to hide

Their tips, a cold reminder of her long-shunned race.


Nor could she escape ten thousand eyes

That followed every footstep she dared take.

And if she be an heifer, well-disguised

She still cannot escape Her searching gaze.


But more than all, her captor well-despised,

Try as she might to make her own escape,

Never shall relinquish his fair prize

Unchanged by He who damned her in this way.

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