11. Apate
Her childhood began in the verdant mountains,
Where fairies frolicked in a garden, their love unabashed, their songs like fountains.
Their mellifluous cadences weaved with mischief's allure,
Mayhem trailed in their wake, flowers springing pure.
They were the only beings that showed their skin audaciously,
To the beasts bedecked in golden finery, flaunting their vanity.
When she gazes into the mirror's glassy sheen,
She yearns to sculpt her form akin to their serene.
To be adorned with their gifts, to forget her despair,
She craves the allure they possess, the magic in the air.
From nymph of the lakes, she metamorphoses, a fairy takes flight,
Parting her lips, she accepts his pearls, bidding innocence goodnight.
Through the shifting sands of passing days, her body blossoms in grace,
A woman emerges, an enchanting fantasy's embrace.
She dances, adorned in gilded dreams, their eyes aglow,
Lost in an aphrodisiacal abyss, where desires freely flow.
In slumber's embrace, pearls grace her sleeping frame,
Yet, haunted by the anguished cries of wives, she bears their blame.
The sun watches as her journey brought her to being lambasted,
When the moon comes, she is celebrated.
In the shadows of broken vows, she stands alone,
A tragic figure, her heart's true essence unknown.
She accepted she is now the villain of every marriage to survive,
He moans, "Apate!" as she looks up at him from her knees to be alive.
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