The crops are fine without my help. There is no need for me anymore.
No one calls for the Barley-Mother anymore. There is no use for me. No use for Demeter.
My daughter stays in the underworld, with her husband. Yet I feel no pain anymore. All feeling has left me with my power.
Her husband has no power over the dead, none of us do. We are all but a step higher than mortals: we are immortal. And sometimes I regret that.
I remember my grief, my sorrow when my daughter was taken from me. She was such a sweet child, flowery, beautiful, innocent. But that all changed. She was taken by my brother, her uncle, to become his wife.
I called for her, over and over. Tears streamed down my cheeks as I searched. But to no avail.
I get her for half the year. But I do believe she is happy with her husband. I grieved over that for a while, yet I learned to accept it.
I see the horses on earth and remember the attempts Poseidon used to woo me. How foolish I was then!
He made me the horse, and I treasured them-I treasure them still. He is not a bad god, not a bad brother.
I want my powers back. I do not deny this. I am not good, like Hestia, I used them to exert control over mortals. Yes, I want control.
Mortals think of me as overpowering. I suppose I am. But I do not think of myself as a bad goddess.
It was I who changed the Prince Abas into a lizard. The lizard who became a dragon. A fearsome dragon, defeated by Prince Cadmus, brother of Queen Europa of Crete.
I do not think I was wrong in this. He had mocked me for pursuing my daughter. Has he no respect for a mother's love?
I said my feelings are gone. But slowly they return. Very slowly.
I am ashamed at the way the mortals plant the crops. If only I could help them...but it is just my fantasy, nothing more. I will never regain my powers, and I must learn to accept that. But it is hard. I have lived a goddess the majority of my life, and to be stripped of my powers...
Am I looked upon favorably by mortals? I try to be kind.
No one calls for the Barley-Mother anymore. There is no use for me. No use for Demeter.
My daughter stays in the underworld, with her husband. Yet I feel no pain anymore. All feeling has left me with my power.
Her husband has no power over the dead, none of us do. We are all but a step higher than mortals: we are immortal. And sometimes I regret that.
I remember my grief, my sorrow when my daughter was taken from me. She was such a sweet child, flowery, beautiful, innocent. But that all changed. She was taken by my brother, her uncle, to become his wife.
I called for her, over and over. Tears streamed down my cheeks as I searched. But to no avail.
I get her for half the year. But I do believe she is happy with her husband. I grieved over that for a while, yet I learned to accept it.
I see the horses on earth and remember the attempts Poseidon used to woo me. How foolish I was then!
He made me the horse, and I treasured them-I treasure them still. He is not a bad god, not a bad brother.
I want my powers back. I do not deny this. I am not good, like Hestia, I used them to exert control over mortals. Yes, I want control.
Mortals think of me as overpowering. I suppose I am. But I do not think of myself as a bad goddess.
It was I who changed the Prince Abas into a lizard. The lizard who became a dragon. A fearsome dragon, defeated by Prince Cadmus, brother of Queen Europa of Crete.
I do not think I was wrong in this. He had mocked me for pursuing my daughter. Has he no respect for a mother's love?
I said my feelings are gone. But slowly they return. Very slowly.
I am ashamed at the way the mortals plant the crops. If only I could help them...but it is just my fantasy, nothing more. I will never regain my powers, and I must learn to accept that. But it is hard. I have lived a goddess the majority of my life, and to be stripped of my powers...
Am I looked upon favorably by mortals? I try to be kind.