Hera stood before Him, her voice but a plea,
In the halls of Olympus, she showed her vulnerability.
“Zeus, my husband, my king, my heart,
Why must we always stand worlds apart?
Is my love not enough, my arms not warm?
Why stray to others and cause me this storm?
I’ve borne your rage, your whims, your fire,
Yet still, I remain, bound to your desire.
Look to me, and see all I can be,
Not just the queen, but your eternity.
The heavens, they tremble when you betray,
Yet here I stand, though you drift away..
Do they offer you more than the stars in my eyes,
Than the love in my heart or my soft, faithful sighs?
Do you really not feel the weight of my tears,
As you chase after shadows through these endless years?
I’ve asked not for power, nor thunder, nor throne,
Just you by my side, and you alone.
For every lover, I fade in your skies—
Zeus, please, let me be the sun in your eyes.”
She waited, and waited, her heart heavy, like stone,
While the king of gods sat silent on his throne.
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