Why all of this blame on me?
Why is it my burden and not he?
A girl taken from her home
Maybe not happy, but still a home
That cruel man who had no right
To come to my home and steal me in the night
All this honor and hurt pride evolves
A war, men dead, come only to resolve
O, woe is my fate in this foreign place
What grief is thrown upon the image of my face
Would that Eris had not been scorned
I could be home safe and warm
Artist: Kim Schmitt
School: North Allegheny
this was inspired by my mythology class