Circe's Power

I never turned anyone into a pig. Some people are pigs; I make them Look like pigs. I'm sick of your world That lets the outside disguise the inside. Your men weren't bad men; Undisciplined life Did that to them. As pigs, Under the care of Me and my ladies, they Sweetened right up. Then I reversed the spell, showing you my goodness As well as my power. I saw We could be happy here, As men and women are When their needs are simple. In the same breath, I foresaw your departure, Your men with my help braving The crying and pounding sea. You think A few tears upset me? My friend, Every sorceress is A pragmatist at heart; nobody sees essence who can't Face limitation. If I wanted only to hold you I could hold you prisoner.