Men have called you an enchantress.
They stripped the title 'Goddess' from you.
Your name was slandered in history,
And your redemption is long over due.

They wanted you to appear weak,
To them your strength was a sin.
But relish in the fear they hold so deep,
Make them fear the magic within.

Men tremble at the at the mention of your name.
For they have heard of your poisoned wine.
The tales of Odysseus and his men,
And how you turned them into swine.

The stories have made you into a villain,
But this is the reckoning hour.
You are a true Goddess,Circe,
And they will all burn in your power.
© SadVerity