I was never as bright as my father’s light, 

He was everyone’s Sun but mine. 

My siblings, 

Though all half-god half-nymph just as me, 

All had craft and stature much more revered than mine. 

Everyone hears of Odysseus’s travels, 

But never the nights he spent in Aeaea. 

My own niece more cherished! 

For what? Saving a man from the minotaur? 

I was there when the creature was born– 

And the ever more terrifying, his sullen mother. 

I’ll never live up to those above, 

Only the pigs in my pen know my power.