Circe

I know you’ve heard what you think is my story.
I hear the voices on the winds,
the echoes of fear in your voice.

That’s not my story.
That’s his.

Not that you have no reason to fear, not that I do not wield a power that may destroy you.

He would come to my house without invitation.
Against all advice.
Escape and name me the villain.

My power is not to turn people into pigs.
It is to reveal their true form.
It’s not my fault that is who they are.

So if you choose to invade my territory.
Dominate me in my own space.
You have been warned.

I am a practical creature and pork is a sweet meat.