Arachne

Poor girl swinging in the wind, pushed over the edge by my jealousy and anger. I only meant to teach you a lesson, to warn you against your prideful boasts, claiming to be better than the gods. But clearly I went too far, for here you are, dangling lifelessly from a rope Take this new form and continue weaving your beautiful patterns and flawless designs. As I trapped you with our contest, your work too will act as a trap for anything that takes the bait. Be born again my child, and live now in peace.