Nathrangking

Week 13 Poem #13

                                                        Eternity Loop 

I act according to my lord’s will despite what wisdom or sense would have dictated. All that I am, is bound to a divinity by powers so far beyond what any can comprehend. Loyalty and yet a lack of honor constricts me. How am I held in bondage for those actions which I cannot control? A tormenting trapping royal inferno drowns my voice. Earthly Tartarus run and consume your most pathetic masters. Leave me be, most vile queen of vengeance. Your lust for destruction reaches for the throat of the wrong traitor. If only I would gasp for air instead of being the puppet that none could dare to pity. Look upon me unforgiving realm of both fickle mortals and immortals. There exists a hollowness within me that you can and should all accept as your own. Emptiness swallows me so thoroughly that I am left devoid of even the tiniest flicker of humanity. No will or voice exists where I do. Drought and famine have robbed me of love. Pottery to be shattered carelessly is my soul and essence. Rivers and winds take my secret and blight with you. Heal me cosmos and punish those who have taken according to their own designs. They have ignored the laws of both man and god in their impunity. Nemesis and Themis stand together this day and fill the ground with the ichor of those who defile the innocent. Retribution is yours to inflict without mercy. Strike down those who in their hubris have forgotten their places. Let chains that drip with their blood force from their mouths the cries that I am denied. Even if no cure restores me I would have Zeus and Hera cast from on high into a pit equal in terror to the ice and utter exhaustion that each day brings me when I wake. Memories of what they did to me have likely gone as the morning dew at the height of the day. Know these words pitiful ones. I, Echo, remember you eternally in curses lost to a stolen will and ever silenced words.