A prophecy is like a cage in a way;
Once you are in, you can never escape.
No key will open the door, no tool will shatter the bars.
Solitude is the only comfort when you are about to die.
I am to be wed to a most horrible monster,
So horrible I cannot even imagine his form.
It takes all my power not to cry for my fate,
Yet I find myself weeping still.
Who is this monster that will claim my life?
Why must I be punished by the gods?
It would be much easier to take my life
Than it would to accept this fate.
Already, I am pitied by Zephyr;
The West Wind carries me down this hill.
He looks remorseful and I can tell
He knows the nature of my fate.
If the palace tells the truth,
This monster is worthy of royalty.
Oh! Great Fates be merciful!
For I have done nothing wrong to deserve this.