Born of foam, risen from sea, a woman of beauty and arrogancy
Betrothed to a man without looks nor taste, a sin it does seem she was sent without haste
He adorned her with jewels or whatever she pleased, though she was unfaithful every chance she could seize
T’is a tangled web I weave, some say I’m foolish some say naïve
For many men are in my trance, I have them all within my grasp
There is but one I favoured above them all, with daring eyes which did enthral
Death and love were now entwined, fighting till one fell or died
Hatred did so thrash and claw, till settled by the highest law
Desire divided half in half equal after such a wrath
A jealously of another type, the boar killed the boy out of Ares tripe
Once loved by the woman of the sea, his blood she turned to anemones.
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