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