Nathrangking

Week 14  Poem #14                                         

                                      Voice of Remembrance

  What sorrow fills me and saturates the entirety of my being. The smallest spark of rage demands that vengeance be mine. Mercy which was slaughtered on an altar and whose carcass was left to rot shall not rise to defend one who denied it so. Chains take hold of the shatterer of my soul and demand of him justice. Toss him about upon an eternal storm that he will know until the end of time what I learned after a single moment. Lone shadows which surround me conceal my tears and take for themselves my cries. Deities who smote me and the mortal man who broke me, I call you to account before the cosmos that birthed you. Why have you committed these terrible acts? Upon you may the curses of Sisyphus and Tantalus come one hundred fold. You expelled me from the realm of immortals and took away all hope of residing among mortals. What is left to me? Is there anywhere that I can go where I am not despised for the avarice of a spiteful queen? Hera, love flees from you for its very life. Is there any worse punishment for the primordial gods to inflict upon your corrupted heart? If there exists worse damnation then I cast them upon you with all of my strength. Human whose name I shall never know, by what right do you spite me? If all that you are is a wretched lover of your own comfort then I curse you to live long enough to see you destroy yourself. Never shall your beauty gain you another. Ugliness from within overshadows everything about you and should take you for itself. Look deep yourself and wonder what you truly are. Illusions will grab you for this is what you are. I may fade away and my voice will be all that remains, but no rest will find a destroyer who cares for themselves alone. None care for me and now you shall be loved by none but you. Hear the Echo that fills the world for my burden will never allow any to forget my name.