Oh poor girl
Trapped in the stars of the sky
Because of your mother's wicked bragging
About the beauty of your body
Not the elegance of your mind
Her pride was your undoing
And the gods were mad
Oh so very mad
Your city was plagued by many problems
And you were offered up to make it stop
Chained, struggling, to a rock
You would have died
If not for a brave child of Poseidon
A demigod
Who came to your rescue and slayed the great beast
About to rip into your beautiful body
And saved your life