Cursed

How I Became...

The gods are cruel, 
praypraypray and still your needs will be left unanswered
how do you choose when contradicting natures are all you hear
they tear apart worlds
but then turn
turnturnturn
a smile on their faces and help in their hands

desperate need 
desperate fright
oh how that can cause forgetfulness.

The gods hate nothing more than a slight
even as you plea as you cry and you tear apart
you’re turning to stone because somewhere deepdeep inside you know
the gods will torture a mortal long before they hurt another of their own

nectar sulphur gold no that does not run in your veins
creatures of flesh blood bone are something different 
we are all human until we are not

(if your prayers are answered in the form of a curse is it still a blessing?)

men cower now, never will they touch you unasked again
the gods will themselves flee before you
you are fearsome you are fear
never will you fear again

hair of snakes and eyes that will turn men to stone
you are more beautiful in your power than ever you were in your mortal flesh