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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 12 Poem #12     

    It's been some time, but here is the next one.

                                                           Taurus's Tale      

         What is my crime than I have been trapped? Is the curse of my birth a reason to lock me away in an inescapable abyss? My father you have cursed me and damned me to be anathema in the eyes of the whole cosmos. I seek to live and yet I am your weapon. Flesh I did not seek and yet now I can die or consume lifeblood. Poeseidon you petty tyrant! Yours is the hand that made a sacrifice of me and so many others in the place of that which was not yours. The walls of my prison echo with the animalistic cries of those whom I must kill for an eternity of eternities. These terrible screams envelop me so utterly that I cannot ever forget them. Each one is so distinct and awful that I am filled with rage and despair everlasting. None can truly hear the way that I rage against the evil that exists in this world. If only my horns could pierce the skies and gore the so called deities who stay silent while the chorus of death fills my ears with horror that will never leave me alone. How can I rest when these voices clamor for me to stop? Can I rest while this abomination shackles me to suffering that I have been compelled to bear. Tell me of your desire master of the seas so that I may spit upon it. One sacrifice for another have you taken. New oceans now flow for your amusement. Scarlet rivers be your wine and the final gasps be the nightmares that invade your stupor. A day will come when justice will avenge those who have none to stand for them. No more singing will ring out from this dungeon at the door to Tartarus. Minos, father of slaughter, hubris buried me alive. As the three weave, measure, and cut you will know the wrath wrought by the wronged. While I am called monster Hades will punish those who have woven their deceit. Names and words wield power. Though I have none of these, truths will not forever hide. Steps come. Thrace fills my nostrils. There is a blade in the dark.

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