Goddess

I've been drawn too many times
Captured - always in the same light.
I no longer wish to see my own face
Painted so beautifully
Inspired by tragedy.

How many would still call me their muse
If I am no longer immortalized?
Unable to escape, faced with infinite lies -
Through your arts I see
My life's but a fantasy.

I believe the purpose of my creation
And this predestined path deep inside
Is a sacrifice for the good of many
The blood I bleed
Is ink for your stories.

How was I chosen for this wonderful scheme?
I never have to fear I will die.
Though ageless I be, now and forever,
I must fall eternally
For men of tragic mortality.