Now I sing this song again, a song which indeed should have been continued ages ago; unto the Queen of the gods; the one who’s beauty could only by her daughter be equaled; wife to thunder-loving Zeus himself; I sing now again of her, with green eyes of emerald; I sing now again unto Hera, Queen of the heavens.
As Hera’s green eyes did look down upon earth from the heavens; Hera saw then that her husband did continue consort with the mortal women of Cythereia’s temptation; that her husband had once again weakened by the temptations of lustful embrace that had been set deep into his heart by Aphrodite, the goddess of love.
It was from this that Hera had been enraged; from this was born Hera’s hate for humanity itself, swearing upon her life, upon her own immortality, that the lives of those comely maidens who did lay with thunder-loving Zeus would indeed end.
“Know one and all, Hera’s beauty could only be matched by that of Pallas Athena, only a child born of Hera could hope to match her beauty as an equal!”
“I shall share my praise unto thee with any and all Hera, and unto you I shall sing in another song as well.”
