Hera - Phoebe Tsao

As steady strong do boulders heavy stand,

So firmly such shall bide my loving heart

In your deceiving, falsely doting hands,

And willing blind to often cheating art.

As resolute do stars shine silver-white,

So dazzled stay my eyes, still gazing lost

Upon your form, not seeing slight nor blight

Without a jealous thought, your grateful slave.

But heavy mountain rock can shatter still

When mined beneath some iron, steely means,

And tyrant-kings, when gods, cast cloudy ills

Across celestial skies, thus muting gleam.

Despite the careful countenance I adorn’d,

Hell hath no fury like a woman scorn’d.