Zeus says she is mine,
But her mother won't like that.
Her eyes look at me with hate,
But all I see is the greenness of grass in them.
Her hair is red,
Like the fury of Ares.
She looks at me as if I would harm her,
But why would I?
She looks delicate,
Like a flower starting to bloom.
Her skin radiates from the sun,
Looking more beautiful than Aphrodite.
The man mother told me to stay away from.
He looks at me with longing,
Like he wants me.
His skin is pale,
Like the lost souls of the underworld.
He wears all black,
And not a bright color in sight.
I wont to run,
But I know he will follow.
I've heard stories of the underworld,
None of them good.
He grabs my arm, and I try to pull away.
It's no use, he has me.
He has is prize.