The price of vengeance
A golden throne.
Glorious, gleaming, grand, I enticed the goddess of marriage and birth;
Foolish woman.
Sly, sneaky like a snake I ensnared her,
Perhaps she should have given more care
To the son she flung from Olympus.
Wrapped in invisible chains she wailed, yet no other could free her.
Dionysus was Hera’s blessing,
he caused the prodigious son to come home.
Hephaestus freed her from me and was rewarded with a wife,
Aphrodite the goddess of love and beauty;
A tender neck, captivating smile, and elegant dress.
And  I was no longer needed by him,
So I was lost to history.