Day 14: Niobe

Left grieving and alone

Your sadness set in stone

Forever moist in the breeze.

What brought you to your knees?

Oh the pride in your joy

All those girls and the boys

Inspiring wrath of the gods.

Or maybe your fault was in fraud

To insult the lack of another

Even lower of fellow mother.

Nine of the stars that you lost

Shone naught in the glare of that pair,

Those golden Olympian heirs

Responding in kind to your slander

Left your life all the blander.

To suffer an unhealing wound

To feel the wind and no longer swoon


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