Let's take a voyage to the Ionian Sea.
We'll set sail into the past,
our masts held high,
and the Greeks will hail us as gods.
You can be my Zeus,
and I'll be your Hera.
But recollection dawns upon me.
History floods into my mind,
and now I remember the fickle nature of that god.
If you are my Zeus,
and I am your Hera,
will you not forsake me
for mortal women tall and fair?
Forget our love for nymphs so brilliant
and cast aside even our family bond?
So if I am Hera,
and you are my Zeus,
I am fated to become vengeful and great,
and you to wander and roam in love.
It is too late now.
The Greeks have hailed us as gods.
We have sailed to the Ionian Sea,
and the past is long behind us.
You are no longer my Zeus,
and I am not your Hera.
My comfort is my jealousy,
and yours are other hands to hold.
The marriage of trust is sacred,
and I am its champion.
With peacock blue and green to surround me,
and a veil to cover my red-rimmed eyes,
my diadem will hold me in place.
So although you are not my Zeus,
and I am the goddess Hera,
you will tremble and fear my lonesome wrath,
and I will not stumble where you stray.
I am a Greek goddess.
My hand will clutch at bleeding pomegranates,
dripping with the blood of your sons.
They were born of our fertile voyage to Greece,
through the Ionian sea,
to the past,
where I was your Hera,
and you were my Zeus.
Written by [
Akayume]
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