Been Aphrodite, been your Hecate,
But you described me Eris in every way,
Beauty, love, magic and glee,
Thought I gave you all of me,
Evil and rivalry you think I am,
You always made me feel eerie.
Thinking of me as a curse than blessing,
A thin book you couldn't read,
Gave you all the shine and colours,
And you only saw the darkest in me.