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The Thunderer's Wives
In some myths, Nemesis, goddess of retribution, was pursued by Zeus and bore a child: Helen of Troy. In these versions, Helen was not simply a daughter of beauty but a harbinger of doom—her existence itself a cosmic correction for the arrogance of mortals and gods alike.
Helen’s beauty sparked the Trojan War, destroyed empires, and reshaped myths. Whether through Zeus’s desire, Hera’s anger, or mortal pride, her curse was inevitable.
This song gives Nemesis her chilling voice: the architect of justice through inevitable sorrow.
Helen’s Curse
I weigh the hearts, I weave the flight
I forge the blade for wrong and right
He chased the dove, he stole the flame—
I sowed the curse that bears her name
No kiss can cleanse, no vow can hide—
The debt that gods and kings denied
Helen’s curse, the rose and thorn
A world unmade where pride is born
No beauty blooms without a cost—
No gift remains that fate has lost
I fled the stars, I fled the seas
Yet still he broke eternity
From swan to storm, from flame to foam—
The debt was sealed in Troy’s own bones
No cradle safe, no bride secure—
Where hubris walks, the fall is sure
Helen’s curse, the rose and thorn
A world unmade where pride is born
No beauty blooms without a cost—
No gift remains that fate has lost
She walks in silk, she weeps in gold
But every hand she touches folds
From stolen womb to burning shore—
The wheel turns, and blood will pour
NEMESIS: “The fairest gift is often death wrapped in a kiss.”
Helen’s curse, the rose and thorn
The gods themselves will weep and mourn
No beauty stands without the pyre—
No crown survives the gods' desire
Beneath her smile, beneath her grace—
The graves are written in her face