hera

twenty eight thousand years ago, in winds of jasper, heavy stood wood against the stone, arrow bent past her, she watched as you came falling, through air where you were bare, closing on both her hands, you were in bound gold, hera, in the morning she'll wake you, come the hour of hera, in the morning she'll wake you, twenty eight thousand years ago, by arms of jasper, ready as you came close to share, water drew 'round her, colors were rich and fair, you'd never dared to care, but as your head grew soft and calm, you were in bound gold