Nathrangking

Week 11 Poem #11

                                                        Gilded Curse

What was my sin that the whole of the cosmos took a mighty blade and massacred all that I am? In my kindness I cared for one who so needed aid and I was rewarded with curses whose gilded mirror hid a most horrific price. A blessing of death nearly ended everything that I hold dear. If I was harmed only once by the divine perhaps even then I would have held my tongue and accepted the will of the gods as did the wicked brothers of Polyphemus. However, in the moment of my shame I was called upon to in wisdom render a judgement on a pernicious divinity who claims to be the Lord of those who reside at Delphi. What should have been a benign weighing of skill disfigured me and created a shell of a human. Fickle Apollo with a word roughened the skin of my ears and in an instant made them grow. Mortal flesh of man became that of a beast of burden. All of the world learned of my troubles. He whom I trusted to care for the tarnished crown could not hold within himself that which crushed me underfoot. Into a most lonely field he ran. In his hands he bore a shovel and formed too shallow a crypt for his knowledge. Gaeia herself conspired to destroy me and sprung forth from the depths reeds that spoke of all that ails me. Gods of my fathers had I the power to cast you down before those whom you have wronged then there would be no escape for any of you petty and foolish tyrants. Take your treasures and hide in mother’s arms. Let her bear witness to that which you do. She will suffer evil which you commit in the name of preserving the most vile anathema ever spawned by the primordial darkness. No longer should anyone else do such a thing. Upon your heads shall my tarnished crown reveal the truth of Olympus. What are you that man needs to serve you? Who are you that mortals should not forget you and remember those such as Midas whom you have cursed eternally?      

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.