the sea was still
our fleet becalmed
the huntress spoke
her toll was blood
i walked to the altar
in ignorant bliss
my father would not
meet my eyes
& all the poets lied
when i saw the knife
i was terrified
so blood was spilled
the deed was done
my father came
back down alone
& they say i was spared
by miraculous grace
& a deer appeared
to take my place
but all the poets lied
there was no deer
it was me who died
so forget all those stories
silence those songs
they were torn in the telling
they were told to you wrong
but i'm free of their grip now
they cannot hold me down
for what good is a dead girl
to a poet or a man?
that's why all the poets lied
the myth lives on
it was me who died
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