Nathrangking

Week 10 Poem #10

                                              Cloak Pulled Back

What have I done to be damned by a curse cast by one who holds all in the stained palm of a hand not divine but rather demonic? Where are the furies delivering their justice to the wronged? A thousand fractured images never to be made whole again burn into my soul visions that will haunt me eternally. How I cry out for the world to be as it was before I was cast down into the dust. If I were able I would weave for my critic a shroud of the finest silks blessed by a golden touch and stony gaze. None in the cosmos would be able to speak the praises of this garment purer than even primordial speech. Dice ignores that which is easy for her to unbalance upon the scales of existence. In a thousand eternities there would be no wisdom within she who claims it for herself by granting one city false gifts. Glory unearned  is what she seeks for herself alone. It was difficult once to see why Typhon raged and unleashed his children against Zeus and his progeny. I truly wondered where and from what was Madusa’s disgust born. Clarity sets afire my bewilderment in ways that even the mightiest inferno never could. When it will happen I don’t know, but I will have my vengeance so complete on Pallas. Once she was beaten and for a moment was stung. Soon she will bleed ichor and feed the earth which hungers for hubris to be answered with true truth rather than contrived lies. Her spear will be the magnificent beam of my new loom. That which was a symbol of her power will now show the world that even the gods answer to the laws that they have wrought to punish instead of protect. No crown will sit upon my brow. All who have seen the pain of Arachne and ignored it shall not be able to do so any longer. Tarturus shall set right that which must no longer be allowed. Ugliness most unnatural will reveal Athena to all and set me free at last.