Tisiphone

To be cursed with a fundamental and originary confusion about the nature of love, is surely the most obvious cause of envious and possessive attitudes for those blessed souls who find themselves on the brink of annihilation at every semblance of a threat or betrayal in the throes of an intense love-relation.

Would that we were able to value and cherish the distinction between love and lust, between the care & concern that comes along with true, authentic love and the kind of flippant, mutual self-desecration that occurs between unfaithful youths, unwilling to moderate their exuberance.  Let Tisiphone's Fury mix poison and sharpen steel for them to burst their bubble and turn ecstasy to gall.  Rocks hear the charges she recites, and echo--hark!--replies "Requite!" Death to all inconstant lovers!

Or heed Plutus when he says: "Wisps of fog, rain-bearing mists, come and hover all about, hide this fiery confusion! Cloudlets, trickle, murmur, whirl, billow softly, gently dampen, fight the flames, put out all fires, and as soothing rain and moisture change the futile glow of fire into harmless summer lightening!  When demonic forces threaten, magic must come to our aid."