Hera’s wrath still falling,
Enraged at infidelity’s spawn;
Rebellion is hope’s wings,
Alcmene’s appeal for accountability.
Credence no longer given,
Lament is next of kin;
Everyone, however, has their moment;
Soar with your given wings and be free.
© 2025 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
First published on tristanrobertlange.com, February 19, 2026.
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A wonderful acrostic Tristan with Myth as a backbone and background. Zeus was a naughty boy and a demigod was left and although this time not crucified still had labors to fulfill. A wonderful write and a fave
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