Nathrangking

I posed this same question to the Writer's and I figured that I would pose it to my followers as well. Is there anyone here who would be interested in reading and critiquing a short piece of of something that I am experimenting with?

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.

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.