You cunning and bereft of grace,
In epochs ere the Titans' race,
You schemed to bring a god to earth,
Adorned with paeans, gave Love birth.
Your power craved to be sustained,
And you hunted ambrosia, unrestrained,
But you did not foresee the turn so stark,
That fed and fortified your own dark arc.
Now you lament with feminine tears,
Forgetting the womb that quelled your fears,
You yourself added chains anew,
A tragic shape of childhood's view.
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