Betrayal of Asteros

Her skin was as the moon
Her hair was as the obsidian sky
And her eyes held a bit of stolen royal silk of the Western Kings.
She lived in the celestial castle high in the heavens, with her son,
And her name was Asteros, her husband was Tou, a goddess of Greece,
And her son was known as Samarin, now a demi-god of deceit.

This son left her to roam the land of the dead
Ruled by his grandparents, Hades and Persephone,
He explored the gates of Tartarus, which stood forbidding him to listen
To the cries of the tortured who polluted the mortal within him.
They told him lies of who he could be, would be
If only he took for himself the crown of the dead.
If only, if only...

If only Asteros had a thought of the evil
The evil, the betrayal that awaited her at dawn.
For Samarin stole into the night and lured the King and Queen
Out for a midnight stroll with only the Moon Goddess aware,
And went he, himself, to the throne of the Dead.
He donned the blood cloak and the onyx crown,
Then proudly sat himself upon the dark and twisted throne,
With a dark smile on his pale lips, he declared himself King.

When Dawn arrived, Asteros found herself at the foot of her Uncle's throne
Cowering from Zeus' glare of hate and distrust,
'Twas a crime to claim another's throne as your own,
And for the crime, she was innocent and pure, no stain on her,
But she was blamed by her own blood for telling him to do so.
Now punished she was by the God of Justice unjustly,
Asteros, Samarin, and Tou's names were all cast into the river of forgetfulness,
Never to be wrote, said or sung,
To remain alone and cold...forevermore.