A Flower Destroyed by Insects

My dear goddess, Athena, you treated me well. As your priestess I worshipped you. But now, I have failed you once again. When Poseidon tore me apart in your temple, you gave me a monstrous face and a petrifying gaze. You cursed me. And that hurts me. Stuck in a cave where no man can touch me. A curse. One that has helped me. I resented you for cursing me. I resented Poseidon for making you curse me. But as I've lived, content in my solitude, I've seen your curse as more of a blessing. As protection from the angry Trigora bees that tear us apart, rip our leaves and petals and rob us of our nectar. So I must thank you. For even in your wrath, you protect me. But it seems my defense was finite. As I slept, the son of Zeus, son of another pest who only craves nectar, cut my throat and took my head as a sick prize. Just another bug who took a piece of me. Even though I betrayed you, you gifted me with safety. For that, I remain loyal to you. But my body now lays still, damaged and cold. My blood dashed, rotting on the rocky floor of this secluded cave I called my new home. Now my face will act as a symbol of fear. A threat. I'm nothing but a monster vanquished by a hero.