Medea

A princess cursed by loves arrow
Fallen into the heroes hand
A love so powerful she had abandoned her kingdom
And stained her hands with her brothers blood for him
A priestess of Hecate
Whom was known for her vast wisdom of herbs
Betrayed by heras champion
Even after baring him two boys
His love for her was a lie
Even after all she did for him
Striking back with furious vengeance
The princess whom he left her for
Life was taken
By the deadly gift she was given
Not wanting her children to suffer
The consequences of her actions
She took their lives to
Escaping the kingdom
On a chariot pulled by
Dragons of Helios
Medea the once known princess
Of Corinth
Was now known as a exiled sorceress
All because of a single love she had
For Hera champion by
Being pierced by loves arrow

Author's Note

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Reviews

[θεά]

An original work built on existing Grecian lore isn't always easy.
Your poem has a narrative like an epic-poem and holds an air of Classicism in its own right.

Liked reading it,

Look forward to your other works,

Best,
M.