The epic Poet painted you a demon

Giving you shadows that stretched millennia

Tormenting and following you like no other

But he did not utter lies when he called your rage

Ceaseless, unending, spilling over from your chest

The very cage of your lungs not enough to contain

The incurable, all-devouring power burning within you

And forever after were you associated

With the raw-eating lion, not just the docile cattle

As like a beast you descended upon Troy