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    Master and overlord of all magics both good and evil
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    Writing poetry etc..., Reading the Cosmere, Military History, Mythology, as well as countless other interests. I am the all powerful creator and destroyer of worlds and realities. Poet, Author, Playwright, Screenwriter, Bibliophile a few titles of many that create the form of the enigma.

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  1. Week 11 Poem #11

                                                            Gilded Curse

    What was my sin that the whole of the cosmos took a mighty blade and massacred all that I am? In my kindness I cared for one who so needed aid and I was rewarded with curses whose gilded mirror hid a most horrific price. A blessing of death nearly ended everything that I hold dear. If I was harmed only once by the divine perhaps even then I would have held my tongue and accepted the will of the gods as did the wicked brothers of Polyphemus. However, in the moment of my shame I was called upon to in wisdom render a judgement on a pernicious divinity who claims to be the Lord of those who reside at Delphi. What should have been a benign weighing of skill disfigured me and created a shell of a human. Fickle Apollo with a word roughened the skin of my ears and in an instant made them grow. Mortal flesh of man became that of a beast of burden. All of the world learned of my troubles. He whom I trusted to care for the tarnished crown could not hold within himself that which crushed me underfoot. Into a most lonely field he ran. In his hands he bore a shovel and formed too shallow a crypt for his knowledge. Gaeia herself conspired to destroy me and sprung forth from the depths reeds that spoke of all that ails me. Gods of my fathers had I the power to cast you down before those whom you have wronged then there would be no escape for any of you petty and foolish tyrants. Take your treasures and hide in mother’s arms. Let her bear witness to that which you do. She will suffer evil which you commit in the name of preserving the most vile anathema ever spawned by the primordial darkness. No longer should anyone else do such a thing. Upon your heads shall my tarnished crown reveal the truth of Olympus. What are you that man needs to serve you? Who are you that mortals should not forget you and remember those such as Midas whom you have cursed eternally?      

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