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Thalia's Twin


No one remembers me, For they turned their eyes away; To look upon my sister fair, In her "dying day"; Our father, Zeus, Through mighty power; Turned her into a tree, Standing tall, beautiful as could be; I, Ceilia, am her twin, Who fought along side; The wondrous Thalia, Who in Father's eyes, shines forever bright; I, too, met her fate, Though not through loving hand; Facing down angered Demeter, To save Thalia, and our own clan; Cursed was I, Now to stand; Eternity of my life, Along beside the sea; In enemy territory, As a daughter of Zeus; That's how my father, Now saw me; Lonesome palm, Swaying in the wind; Seen by one, And all; Did you ever think, When you saw me; Truly that the tree, Could've been me; Or, dear mortal, Did you believe; I was the only one Left after a storm; Thalia guards, The Fleece of Lore; That's what modern Texts say; While, I, her twin, Stand with Posiden; Alone here, Watching over the Bay.
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