Once I thought thy face was finest,
when my lips touched yours palest.
To be kissed by either god or saint;
is to perish, for this heart is faint.
You pecked my fruit like a crow from above.
And I? A whore of a man whose game is love!
I married a demon; and in tears I chose…
to trample the seeds of the devil's rose.
My sons, forgive my bloodstained hand.
Thou art blameless; but now buried in sand.
A murderer I may be; yet I ask of no pity.
May my vengeance fear this man who cheated me!
With this knife of fury, thy life I shall take;
and my heart yearns to burn thee by the stake!
These cold cheeks shall never be slapped again.
Zeus, give me justice! For my pride I must regain.
