The Wrath of the gods

Cursed by the gods,
Beautiful and elegant lady,
Enchantress maiden,
Turned to a snake mistress,
She took pride in her beauty,
She walked with a voluminous
Skirt of ego,
She moved with the grace
Of a crowned princess,
She said none else has the beauty,
Of a million stars in the night sky,
Here she stands,
With ego crushed,
Pleading that the wizard,
Intercedes for her,
He rides on a giant flying lion-snake,
To seek the gods mercy,
And to make an atonement.