Чудо-Женщина. Гикетейя

I come without means.
Without honor, without hope,
with nothing but myself
to beg for protection.

In your shadow will I serve.
By your breath will I breathe.
By your words will I speak.
By your mercy will I live.

With all my heart,
with everything I can offer, I
beg you, in Zeus’s name,
who watches over all supplicants:
Accept my plea

Greek Tragedy is always a story of the insoluble. The conflict of personal desire versus the demands of society. And Tragedies always begin long before the first scene is ever played…
They are born often enough of actions taken in purity, be it in intention or emotion…
Done more often than not for the best of reasons.
But all tragedies end the same way.

Their laughter chases me all the way down...
laughter that drives mortals insane...
laughter that makes gods weep.